The arena was dry enough to ride in, which bodes well for tomorrow's lesson. We did more flatwork- mostly working on my 2-point over little flower boxes minus the flowers (in lieu of ground poles, which were underwater in a flooded pasture) and my sitting trot. I've got the sitting trot down pat; I can pretty much stay balanced an relaxed even in a more forward trot. Two point needs work, as usual, but I'm getting better. I lowered my stirrups a hole, which really helped me fold down into the tack without ending up on his neck.
That's about it. I have a lovely candid shot of me fixing my shirt- my camera was on the fence and decided to take a picture somehow. I cropped it to fit, obviously. ya gotta love the paleness, too.. it's kind of an accomplishment.
Berky always looks so herr derr dee derr.
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I know- it always makes me laugh. His ears are always lopped out, even out in the pasture, unless, of course, I'm bribing him with a carrot. He isn't the sharpest tack in the box, but he's just right for me.
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