Memories of a grandparent!

One of my fondest memories is of my Grandpa & Grandma Schultz. Going to their farm was like stepping back in time, but not too far back. Walking into my grandma's kitchen was wonderful she always had some kind of baked goods fresh from the oven for us when we got there. We would have our snack then head outside to play while my folks visited with them. Playing on a farm was nothing new to us as we farmed as well but there was something about grandpa's farm. Chickens running around, dogs barking and chasing after us, horses in the pasture with the milk cows and the pigs were in thier sty. Playing tag and climbing the trees in the orchard, picking apples and pears. My most vivid memory is going there and watching grandpa plow fields with a team of beautiful Belgian draft horses. The power that those horses had took my breath away. Grandpa would let us sit with him while he plowed with those horses and I will never forget the smell of the horses sweat or the way they moved almost effortlessly pulling that plow through the soil. That is what started my love of horses.

Grandpa taught me how to work with animals, how to care for them and he always said that if you show an animal respect and treat them with kindness, they will do anything for you. To this day I follow his advice. 

Inspiration

Horses are my passion. 

I love just going out and spending time with them brushing them, sitting with them in the pasture or even going for a relaxing ride. There is nothing better than to load up the trailer and go for a weekend of trail riding and enjoying time with family and friends. I never have to worry about what I wear or if my clothing matches when I am out on the trail it is just me and my trusty stead, enjoying what nature has to offer us. 

I cannot wait for the trails to open up this spring.

       There is something about the outside of a horse that is good for the inside of a man.

                                                           ~Winston Churchill

Not sure what is harder to do, sit down at this computer and write a paper or sit here at this computer and type a blog. I am not one to put my thoughts on paper or in this case in a blog, but here goes....


I am a returning to college after 22 years of being out of school.  My decision to go back to school came from my desire to improve myself.I decided that a High school diploma was not enough and that I wanted more of an education for myself. Don't get me wrong I have a great life. Two beautiful daughters that I adore, a loving husband and a hobby that I look forward to doing as much as I can and a job that I love, but sometimes you just have to bite the bullet, so to speak and just jump into something different.


I am scared to death.


To say the I am scared is an understatement, The thought that I will fail miserably, is always in the back of my mind. Take a... ok i'll admit to this.. a forty something year old person and drop them into a college course after they have been out of school for the 22 years and who wouldn't be scared. 


But I have decided that I will go forth and do the the best that I can and pray that my daughter (who is in this class with me)and instructor will bear with me.