|6:30am Orchard Hill Equestrian Center... All for me!|
|Autumn creeps in...|
Well, we were eight, rambunctious kids with parents who worked odd uncoordinated hours assuring that that one of them was home with us at all times. So, shift work killed the "traditions". For how could you wake up every Christmas to a wonderfully cooked breakfast when schedules would change and a parent went missing? What actually became a tradition was the lack of tradition and the attempts to make magic happen
My morning's "Perfect Family Moment" was as messy as our "traditional" Christmas... Da Boy's ran wild and Mr Floppy refused to come when called and Sugar was most ungrateful as she displayed amazing athleticism in her attempts to return to the barn. The cover of my serenity was blown as I spoke harshly to the dancing white horse, yelled at the matching hound and expressed a bit of salty language towards the Convict thus preventing his attempt to eat a boarder's coveted treats.