Remnants of Family Summer Fun

I grew up in the tourist industry. Memorial Day through Labor Day started and finished the busiest time of year for us. It was tourist season, summer time, school break, taking folks through the caverns, working in the campground, and best of all taking tourists on horseback trail rides through the mountains where we lived at Endless Caverns in New Market, VA. Could not get better than that for me.

I have used this reasoning to help understand my sadness at the end of summer and beginning of fall. The season is over, everyone has gone home, it will now be quiet I would think to myself. For years we rented the horses for our livery and they too had to leave. This only added to that empty feeling inside.

We sold the caverns way back in 1976. One would think I’d be over that feeling of summer being over. Guess that’s not going to happen. What I have learned is to enjoy the remnants of summer fun and family visits as I work to get things back in order after all the family visit fun.

As I was cleaning up after three weeks of great family times, I found myself taking photographs of all the evidence of the fun we enjoyed together. It made me smile and filled my heart with thankfulness.

Can you can see what I mean with these fun, silly photographs? All the evidence of family summer fun?

Loads of dirty laundry.
Beds that need remaking.
A little garden posy for guests.
Flyers from places we visited.
Little memories purchased.
Left over wine.
Photos of the visits.

I hope as this summer winds down you too have some remnants of family fun around your house as well. Good by summer, fare thee well and…

Happy Labor Day weekend to you, dear reader.

Five Minute Friday Writing Prompt—Rewind

We do not get a rewind on our days or how we chose to spend them once they are done. They fall into the annals of history at the end of every day. This little poem has put that thought into clear perspective for me. Perhaps it will for you too:

Yesterday is but a memory,

Tomorrow is only a vision.

But today well lived makes every yesterday a memory of happiness,

And every tomorrow a vision of hope.

When I googled this poem to find the author, I found this:

Yesterday is but a dream,

Tomorrow but a vision.

But today well lived makes every yesterday a dream of happiness,

And every tomorrow a vision of hope.

Look well, therefore, to this day. —Indian Proverb

Both are very nice and thoughtful, don’t you think? I pray you seldom need to rewind your thoughts, actions, or words from this day before it passes into memory. There will surely be fewer times for a rewind with this daily thought in mind.

Five Minute Friday Writing Prompt—Make

“Make it a great day!”

A lady told me this with a big smile one day. I never forgot it. Am I able to make a great day? Is it really within my grasp? I thought to myself. So much in that statement of well-wishes. I have said it to everyone ever since.

This day The Lord has given each one of us, with the free will to make of it what we choose. I realize some folk have more options than others within our daily lives. However, we all have the choice of how we react to our day.

How we choose to make our day is a gift to us from God. With His help we can choose to ‘make it a great day!’

How are you going to make your day?

Riding Shotgun

They left two days ago. Gordon is driving and Bert is riding shotgun. They have safely reached their first destination on their way back to Idaho, which they will reach on Friday.

Do you know where the term ‘riding shotgun’ came from? It came from the early days of stagecoach travel in our

A bodyguard sat beside the driver of the stagecoach. This seat was on the top and outside of the coach, on a wagon seat made for them. His job was to keep safe the valuables, known as the strongbox, from bandits and/or hostile Native Americans. If there was no armed man riding shotgun, this usually signaled only passengers were on board.

Watch any old good western tv show, and there will surely be an exciting scene of a stagecoach attack by bandits. The team of horses running wildly, the driver urging them on as the cowboy riding shotgun turns every unbelievable way to ward off the bandits, while beautiful women scream inside the stagecoach (it’s always more thrilling with screaming, frightened women!). It sure makes for a thrilling hold-up.

So there you have it. Gordon is driving, Bert is riding shotgun. Happy, safe travels you guys.

Fighting off an attack of hostile Indians in the Wild West.
Gordon is driving…
Bert is riding shotgun.
Keep a lookout for bandits, Bert.
Gordon checking the route. Bert on the lookout, ever vigilant.
What a great team!
Happy, safe travels y’all!

Summer Horse Camp 101

Saturday, June 30th, was a fun day here on the farm. We held a Summer Horse Camp 101 during the morning from 9:30-noon. Our six wranglers ranged in age from 5 to 11 years old. Some with horse experience others with none.

Three adults for the six wranglers worked very well for us. A close eye must be kept on everyone around horses.

Children and horses go well together, so long as the horse does not have a fractious disposition and is well handled. I have had horses over the years I would not trust with children. However, our animals are well child-proofed for they have been around children all their lives.

As my dear horse-owning friend says, “You can trust these horses, and you can’t trust these horses.” True, so true. Horses are a preyed upon animal and as such are naturally wary. They must be taught to trust humans. Children are terrific at teaching horses to trust us.

That being said, we must always have “our horse brain on” when working around these big strong animals that are able to spook faster than we can blink an eye. We must think like a horse instead of wanting/expecting our horses to think like a human.

Talking of these things while petting them, walking around them, and riding them seemed interesting to our wranglers. They enjoyed a brief bareback ride around the stalls, learning how to measure them in hands, learning the points of the horse and taping, with masking tape, the points directly on the horse.

Snacks fueled the wranglers for the last part of camp. Pony rides on High Hope and Duke, and painting the ponies!

One mom said if we were having another camp, they would come again. Perhaps we will!

Brining Duke up for pony rides.
They sat bareback for a brief ride in the stalls.
Taping the points of the horse on High Hope.
All set up for our wranglers.
Our experienced wrangler picking the hoof .
Pony rides on Duke and High Hope.
Bareback is fun, but must go easy.
Horses are measured in hands.
Painting the ponies was great fun. Duke is getting his hooves painted.
Looks like ‘happy’ to me! My Indian pony, High Hope.