For the past five Fridays we have been heading out by Grandma's and Grandpa's
for riding lessons. I wanted them to have fun and to get comfortable dealing
with horses. I shouldn't have even doubted that John would take to them. He
loves animals. Buttermilk would sniff him and nuzzle him and he just loved it.
He would really look forward to it every week. I was also pleased with the
progress that Clara made. It is fun for me to have other people notice how fast
she picks things up. She can ride with no hands already and even loped for a few
seconds on her own. I wish we could do it all winter but it is no fun to ride a
wet horse in the snowy wind. We will pick it back up in the spring when it is
warmer and the ground is hard.
Butterflies are known for their unusual life cycle that includes a spectacular metamorphosis from caterpillar to a colorful winged adult. They have an erratic yet graceful flight pattern that attracts attention when they pass. The Ancient Greek word for butterfly is psȳchē, which means soul. I particularly admire their symmetry and kaleidoscope of colors.