This was the epitomy of a perfect spring day. The grass is up enough for us to snack on and the temperature was just right. Though I do enjoy those days referred to as "scorchers".
I took the woman for a constitutional around the property this morning . My goal is to give her an airing out more often this summer and this seemed an ideal day to start. We took the route through the forest, where the stream has a very long green bridge over it. It's much longer than the one that bucked the woman off. Since that incident I've become very wary of green bridges so I stood at one side and examined it for a long time. Finally, I gathered all my strength and made an enormous bound over the entire stream. thereby avoiding the bridge altogether. The woman was quite amazed and said it was at least seven or eight feet. I don't know why she was so surprised - my rather portly exterior hides the heart of a track and field athlete.
This afternoon she rode Doc for the first time since TJ moved in. He was what the brits call "gob smacked" - absolutely incredulous and horrified. His eyes bulged, his nostrils quivered and he said "The maniak's tryin' ta killin him." He assumed she had put some sort of curse or spell on Doc and that was why he walked in circles with her on his back. TJ's agitation grew too great and he hurled himself on Doc so violently that both his front legs ended up on one side of Doc's neck with the rest of his body on the other, back legs pedalling along furiously while he tried to work out how to save him. Twice the woman stopped Doc and gently pushed TJ down, trying to reassure him all was well. TJ said, "He's a goner, she finally kilt him." Eventually the truth began to dawn on him and he calmed down enough to merely gyrate on the spot.
The machinery from the farm across the road is out in all it's maginficence and that fills me with a wonderful sense of satisfaction. I have a busy summer of supervising and potato counting ahead of me. I know I am up to the job.