In this edition of Photo Friday, I bring you more pictures from Muddy Boots Ranch in Pass Christian, Mississippi. If you dropped by for Wordless Wednesday, you saw some landscape and rose shots. Today we move on to the horses.
I think like most every other little girl out there, I wanted first a pony and then a horse. I was horse (and unicorn and pegasus – good thing you can’t get a tattoo when you’re an 8 year old or I’d be wearing fantastical beasts on my biceps) mad. My father always said he was going to get me a horse. When the lumber business took off, he was going to buy me a horse. There was enough land at the farm; he had a place for one. I never got a horse. But I still wanted one.
I never got a horse, although for a brief while in 6th grade, I could borrow a horse. A friend – a little classmate that lived down the hill in Clintonville, Pennsylvania – I don’t even remember her name now – had several horses and plenty of room to ride. And she would let me saddle up and ride…if I was willing to muck stalls, haul in hay, and brush the horses down.
I was always willing. I didn’t care really what I had to do as long as I got to spend time with the horses. Occasionally I got annoyed because I began to notice that the once a week or so that I came over was the only time the stalls were cleaned, but to my mind, that just meant I needed to come over more often.
I am sure that I must have ridden a horse after sixth grade – when I moved away from Pennsylvania and back to Missouri – but I cannot remember it. My father kept promising me he was going to get me a horse, but I was beginning to realize that not only would there be no horse, probably nothing else my father was promising would come to fruition either.
Surely, though, somewhere between 12 and mid-to-who-am-I-kidding-late-30s, there have been other horses to ride, but I don’t remember them now.
I do remember, though, petting every horse that has come into my orbit, getting as close to them as possible. How do you not see them and love them?
Being at Muddy Boots Ranch with the Mississippi Gulf Coast Photography Club was a delight. I was over-joyed to be able to spend time both with photographers and with horses. The sweet babies at MBR were a delight and seemed to love putting on a show for us. I would love to go back and spend more time there.
Thanks again to Muddy Boots Ranch for having us out. It was a lovely evening, and we couldn’t have asked for better hosts!