Too much of a good thing? Never.

I'm way behind. Squandered part of my day sitting on a porch in a rocker talking hunting. I was late getting around to riding. Just finished hackng my thoroughbred in the woods, praying the wind gusts wouldn't blow any limbs down on us. Rustic was unconcerned, ambling along like some old quarterhorse. He was a lucky find. If I could whittle him down about four inches he'd be perfect. Seventeen hands is simply beyond my capabilities for mounting from the ground. He's had to learn to stand next to all kinds of weird things so I can climb aboard. :) Anyone know how to teach one to kneel? Anyone want to come over and fix dinner so I can rest? :) Hope all had a day like mine, overflowing with good things.