These ponies evoked such wonderful memories for me last week at the pumpkin patch. I was flooded with thoughts of my first pony ride. I remember the music played and the horses walked around in a slow circle so that I could be a cowgirl......I remember wishing the music would go on and on so I could keep riding. I waved to my mom, "SEE ME??" and held on to the saddle horn tightly....
I first fell in love with horses this way many years ago.....did you? (I resisted, at 52, asking the woman if I could get up on one of those ponies again and ride around and around ....but oh I wanted to!)
The pride is adjusting to the fall weather around here. I have had a cat on my lap as I've knitted the past 2 nights. Different cats a different times; I know well enough that they are just cold...and seeking a warm lap. They purr so loudly though, it makes me think they love cuddling up to us just the same.
Tank tries to bite the yarn as I knit away. He only does this with wool yarn, not acrylics....He's a yarn snob.