I usually ride Trillium once or twice a week, but lately life hasn't been cooperating. Between sick kids and the weather, nearly two weeks have passed since my last trip to Big Iron Ranch. I was lamenting that fact this morning, and Seth surprised me by offering to accompany me on a pony visit.
Trillium lives out on on the prairie some twenty miles east of Denver. It's a sparsely populated area, and the snow and cold made the drive seem extra desolate today.Usually this is a mountain view.
Seth is not a horseman. When I met him, he'd never even sat on a horse. I rectified that situation a long time ago, but he's still not one hundred percent comfortable around them. Today I think he would have been just as happy to have visited the horses from the other side of the fence.
Still, he's been paying for Trilli's hay for the last five months. I figured a more personal introduction was required.
I had just enough time to snap a few photos...
before Samson got a bit too pushy for Seth's comfort.
I lingered a bit, enjoying Trillium's company.
Eventually, however, I was as frozen as the water in Trilli's trough.
The National Weather Service is predicting a cold and snowy week so I'm not sure when I'll be able to ride Trillium again. That's ok. Today's pony visit did me a world of good. Sometimes hanging out with her is enough. She's that kind of pony.