My first horse, Sir Charles
Rosario, also known as
"Charlie". He is a 21 year old Anglo-Arab who was
leased out in his later years
as a lesson horse now.
He sadly passed away in 2008.
is a small Morgan farm located on 60 rolling
acres in Lexington, GA, Just outside of Athens. I got my first
Morgan (Navajo Jo-Jo) when she was 12 years old. She turned 35
in June, 2008, and passed away 3 days later.
I have 2 wonderful children, Matthew and Shanna.
They love animals too, and are grew up with their own
responsibilities in taking care of our Border Collies,
numerous cats, and miscellaneous rescued animals such as baby
squirrels and a pigeon.
In addition to the animals, I
enjoy reading, gardening, antiquing, cooking, kayaking, swimming,
running, weight lifting, hiking and exploring mountain trails and
waterfalls. I also enjoy music, and play a little guitar,
piano, and keyboard. My favorite singer is John Denver, and I
enjoy Shania Twain, Jodee Messina, John Berry, and other country
my daughter shortly after he arrived.
||This is my barn, my finally
Dream come True. I did these stall fronts from scratch myself, with a
little help here and there from my hubby, Scott. My barn has a
tack room, 5 indoor 12 x 12 stalls, 2 open air 12 x 12 stalls, a 12
" aisle, a wash rack, and hay storage. It is central to 3
paddocks/pastures, to make feeding easy and convenient. I
don't stall horses unless there is a reason, such as excessive heat
or cold, an injured horse, or to have a horse ready for a show.
I believe horses are happier and healthier outdoors in a group.
|My horses are my joy and my
contentment. As I look out and gaze over my herd from my from porch
each evening, or, when I come home from a hard 12 hour day at work,
my contentment comes from them. Although some people would like
nothing more that going home and resting after a hard 12 hour day, I
look forward to driving up to my barn, getting out and doing my barn
chores, talking to my horses, whispering my sorrows in their ears,
sharing my frustrations, hugging their necks, kissing their muzzles,
inhaling a sweet aroma from their presence. They are grateful for a
scoop full of feed, good hay, fresh water, tender care, a sweet
scratch here and there. I feel most content in their presence. I
feel refreshed and re-energized, no longer tired after 12 hours on
my feet. They nicker their thanks, always grateful for what I
provide, never complaining.
My horses are my source of
satisfaction, my beginning to my day, and my end. I think
endlessly of them. They are my life, my joys, my friends, my
challenge, my success. For there is no other time when I feel
more accomplished that that moment when during riding, when
there is that sense of achievement when trying something more
challenging, and accomplishing it. Maybe just a good walk-trot
transition from a green horse, or a jump nicely taken. It is
that moment when I know that I have reached that moment of trust
from the mare that previously was mistreated, then I brought her
into my barn, and she shows with a lowered head and soft,
trusting eyes, that she knows she is safe from harm with me.
There is no other feeling,
than being with my horses. My life, my joy, my satisfaction, my