The Fourth of July was a big deal when I was a kid. It was the one holiday for which my parents went all out, inviting friends and neighbors over for food, drink, croquet and, of course, fireworks.
After I moved out, I worked a series of horse jobs. The Fourth of July became just another work day, but with fireworks at the end. Then I stopped working, and pretty much all that was left was fireworks.
This is unfortunate, because I'm not actually a fan of fireworks.
So I wasn't looking forward to today, at least not until Mary Jo asked me to come keep her company while she organized the horse entries at her neighborhood parade.
I arrived at the staging area as most of the riders were saddling up.I had no trouble finding Mary Jo.
There wasn't a lot to do because there was only one horse group, and parades are their specialty.
Mary Jo and I supervised by staying out of their way.While we were doing that, we chose favorites.
Mary Jo liked the buckskin the best.I preferred the chestnut mustang.
Once everyone was mounted and flagged, it was time to lead the horses to the parade route.Mary Jo and I oversaw this part of the proceedings from the back of a pick up truck.
The horses followed right behind us.
It was the parade before the parade.
I really enjoyed this.