Horses on the homestead.

My "pie" in the sky. 

When I was a kid I dreamt of one day having horses of my own in my backyard. I had this visual of myself baking pies and placing the pies on the window sill to cool, and not more then 5' from the window would be my horse who would try to eat the pie.

This makes me realize that at some point in my life I was a well adjusted happy kid.... until my dad left us. But thats another great story for another time.

When the hubster and I were looking for a house to buy, I had only one requirement. It had to have at least two acres to have horses or goats. The hubster set out on a mission and found a few homes that we could afford. One house had a barn already, but the interior was dark, moldy, and the corral was really way too small to even have horses. The other house we went to look at had a barn too, but again not really enough land for the horses, and the house was very boring inside.

I remember the day that we came to look at the house we are in now. We drove down a small busy street... and turned into a crappy small driveway. I disliked it from the minute I saw the place. The house was really ugly on the outside, and there was not enough land. The front yard sucked shit.... we walked into the house. It was old...really old, and charming. I had already said no in my head to the house. We got to the kitchen. It was amazing. It was a little farm kitchen, with large french doors that looked out onto almost two acres. I immediately saw my animals in this yard! I loved it. The rest of the house sucked. BUT this... I could do.

There was a giant field next door. "Whats that? piece of heaven over there?" "Not sure", came a reply from our dope of a realtor. I walked out the house and checked out the field. It was fenced in and said it was a "public equestrian property"

We went home, and I couldn't get the house out of my head. I hated the design of it... it was like a fun house with topsy turvy floors, and rooms attached to rooms, with windows that were too small, and doorways that could barely fit a person through....but still... I had a vision.

The hubster called the township about the field next door. Turns out that anyone can use the land, it was owned by Dr. Brown and when he died the township got it as a green acre preserved land deal.
I was going to put my animals in that field one day.... and so we bought the house.

We have lived here for almost a year, and finally my dream came true. Raven can't be used in lessons yet because she's still too green for a ton of different riders. Giselle became my personal horse to ride, and Ellie is lame. All three of these girls are best friends.

Ginger needed the space, and so it happened. I went out and got electric fence, and the following day I had three horses living in my back yard.

It has been almost a week. I still need to make a riding ring, and I would like to build some stalls. It is currently raining hard, and only two horses fit in the run-in shed. I'm sure there is enough room for all three, but for some reason poor Giselle seems to be the lowest on the pecking order. She just sits in the rain with her head in the shed.... looking all.... pathetic. I hate it.

It's not quite the pie vision I had.

My vision also had a beautiful barn with brick floors, and a white sand riding arena, and large rolling hills of cross country jumps. I was also beautiful, and good enough to go to the olympics, and maybe about 21 in my day dreams.

But, beggers can't be choosers! I will take a free field with three beautiful healthy horses next to my house. You have to start somewhere, and I'm sure this is certainly just the start to my rolling hills and exsquisit barn with a 3 horse trailer hitched to an F350 which is parked next to Jeep Grand Cherokee Altitude, and BMW M3, and dirt bike....

The sickest part about all of this is.... I will end up with all of this in the next five years, because I set my bar just right.... and I am focused on the pie! The pie will be MINE!

Now I'm off to make an awesome dinner, and clean the house and be the perfect wife... because I will never be able to afford any of this.... but the hubster can... and I must make sure I am perfect in every way for him!!! He is the best hubster in all the world!!!