T and I rode on Saturday - it was chilly and grey, and the ponies weren't 100% convinced it was a great idea, but we persevered.
Rufus still has the occasional I-don't-wanna-you-can't-make-me moment where he tries to spin around and go home, especially when it's just Sunny going out with him - Sunny doesn't count as safe company, apparently. But T's got him figured out, and Rufus isn't trying it nearly as often since it never works.
Sunny looks placid enough here, but he started on his tippy toes with a nice cold hump in his back. I finally said the heck with it, let's get them moving - a good brisk trot for the next mile settled both of them.
I was hoping we'd get out today, as well. But by 9 am we had a hard north wind and spitting fog/drizzle. Tonight everything is amazingly greener, but it wasn't too pleasant for riding. We ended up raking the the yard and hauling away the leaves I used for banking the flower beds over the winter.
This has been showing up on the back porch evenings this week.
She's really friendly, and I suspect belongs to one of the neighbors, although not one I've talked to yet. She'd really like to come in the house, but so far I'm sticking to my guns on that one. And not naming her. Three cats is plenty, right?