We were checked out of Life and therapy all of last week. Returning to routine today was a welcomed way to start our week. Behavior Therapy was cancelled due to today's holiday: President's Day. So this morning, we got to take our time and head out to the little town of Academy: Population 52- to see our Horse Friends.
This sweet baby is Bandit. He's a 12-year-old Quarter Horse. I love him. I feel his sweet and gentle spirit. No matter however kicking and screaming Greyson may get- Bandit stays absolutely cool. He ever blew in my ear a few times today. As he was blowing I asked one of the owners- IS THIS A GOOD THING?! Nervously. I was reassured that absolutely- yes it was. He wanted to get to know me. I always make sure to tell him, Thank you so much for taking such good care of my boy.
Grey struggled to - well, quite literally to get back in saddle at the Ranch. He was what I like to call feisty pepperoni. And no- I don't know how I came up with that term.
Parker preferred making dirt angels. I know how good our day was by how many dirt rings are on the bathtub that night.
They are both so happy out on the Ranch. In my next life, I want to grow up in the country on a farm.
* a special thank you to my friend Katrina for the pictures with me in them!
Next, we multi-tasked some Speech Therapy. Parker -left. Greyson- right. I just bounce back and forth rooms to watch.
And later we stopped by the beautiful Almond orchards, just starting to bloom. They are about half-way there until it's an explosion of white raining petals. You just wait.
Despite a serious drought emergency in California, complete with visit from President Obama last week - the grass is turning a glorious shade of green, and the flowers are still blooming right on time. It reminded me that sometimes we don't get what we want- sometimes not even what we need- but we still can bloom anyway. It's amazing what we are capable of.
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