Horses in January

"All the sounds dear to a horseman were around me - the snort of the horses as they cleared their throats, the gentle swish of their tails, the tinkle of irons as we flung the saddles over their backs - little sounds of no importance, but they stay in the unconscious library of memory. " ~Wynford Vaughan-Thomas
They are die hard Horseback Riders. Brrr!

I was gently reminded that making memories is fun. And, with that statement I grabbed the hot chocolate thermos, the snow suits, and some blankets.


Their trainer took them to the trails.

They came back with snow plopped on them from the trees, red little noses, and smelling like Horses and leather.