palace of winds

I just got the best phone call from my little nephew, who’s two and a half. “I want to ride Everett!” he declares (and yes, a toddler handling ‘Everett’ is as impossibly cute as you’re imagining). I ask if he has a helmet; that’s the discussion we had last night, that he could come out and ride Everett as soon as he has a helmet. There’s a pause, and then, “I have helmet — I want to ride Everett!” I ask him when and he considers this, declares again he’d like to ride Everett, and upon further application, “Tuesday!” Incidentally, when he and my mom were making banana bread last night, it was going to be ready on Tuesday. So, I’m not sure when, but I should soon have pictures of my two guys.

I talked with Mel about riding him too, now that she can. It’s one of the many joys of horse-ownership, I think, being able to share them with other people. Well, a joy of owning a generally laid-back horse, anyway. I can think of a few I sat on while shopping that I don’t think I’d stick my non-horse-riding friends on.