It Doesn’t Look That Much Like Christmas
Southwestern Idaho is enjoying the most amazing winter. It’s cold, but the days are mostly sunny and dry. My round corral isn’t slick. The trails aren’t icy. My biggest problem is tightening a western-style cinch without pulling on the horses’ thick coats.
The horses are full of holiday cheer. They tear about their paddocks at feeding time, bucking and snorting clouds of steam, skidding to halt just before they crash into the fences. I’ve taken to free lunging Acey and Consolation a bit before riding, lest they bounce me to the moon out of sheer enthusiasm.
For the first time in memory, I’ve actually been able to maintain semi-regular training sessions with the younger horses. Normally, inclement weather shuts me down sometime in November, but this year I find myself still sacking out and ground driving in mid-December.
It’s enough to make me want to start setting goals for 2012. I’m big on goals. Sometimes TOO big. I used to have a habit of establishing such lofty ambitions that I could scarcely help but be disappointed by my failure to meet them. In recent years, I’ve (mostly) learned to edit myself.
Still, it’s in my nature to strive, and striving is useless without a sense of direction. Maybe I’ll consider some general goals. Ambitious but realistic ones. (And then I’ll cross my fingers against a massive snowstorm.)