It's raining. It's always raining in Florida this time of year. Kind of like winter in Northern California. You have to resign yourself to the fact that if you want to ride, it will rain. We were all lined up to ride again last night. Kid care? Check. Horses? Check. Friends to join us? Check. Thunder, lightning, wind? Check. Ug!
So I sit here this morning, no baby sitter, no friends and fresh horses, reflecting on our trail rides. I'm scrolling through old pictures and keep coming across the Christmas Eve pictures. We started a tradition some years back to take a Christmas Eve trail ride. I usually worked half days on Christmas Eve and could always find someone to join me. We had to dress for the occasion and be sure to bring goodies for the horses.
If possible, we would find a neighbor with an orange tree to grab a traditional snack as we rode along. If anyone was outside, we usually exchanged pleasantries, but always we were aiming for the trails in the woods.
Until the most recent years, I always had Patti. She is, after all, my princess. I knew the time would come that I wouldn't have her on the rides, so made sure to take her. Once off the roads and into the woods, I'd …