It could have been worse

Although it ended on a high note, April was not a very good month for me.

It felt like I spent the entire month putting out fires in different parts of my life.

 It was sad, frustrating, infuriating and exhausting.

The most needed drink ever. Thank you, Tara.

But it could have been worse.

It could have been so much worse.

Right at the beginning of April, I pulled a giant tack out of Olive's hoof. It happened at the height of the barn drama, and I thought - on top of everything else - my horse was crippled for life.

She wasn't.

Not even a little bit.

"Wanna see my feet, Mom?"

"There they are!"

Yee haw.

Granted, there was a lot of good care after the fact. Still, I don't know how we got that lucky.

Olive saw the farrier on Thursday and got a clean bill of hoof health. There was no evidence of injury, just nice, healthy feet. 

Shoes are on for the summer. We're ready to hit the trail.

April was a crappy month, but it could have been so much worse. I am so thankful for my happy, healthy pony and am looking forward to a much better May.