It was a good week.  It finally quit raining, the rain receded, and the sun came out.  We had “decent” meals for dinner (no 4-course meals, but good enough); the house stayed “relatively” clean and clutter free.  School went pretty well.  Every day went as planned (a miracle of sorts); the kids all got up early and we had a good start each day.  We had sufficient lunch and breakfasts.  

The highlight of the week was yesterday when I went riding with Rachel on back country roads.  We had planned on doing this and the weather fully cooperated with us.  It was a gorgeous day.  We had taken the horses out on Tuesday for a short trot on the road directly behind our property line.  This gave me a comfort factor that the horses wouldn’t freak out should a car come zooming by.

It was like a dream, really.  When I drive by country roads and beautiful pastures, I often find myself wishing I were on a horse, galloping through the country side.  It’s as if I can look out the window and see myself there, riding through the meadows.  And this day, taking off in a full trot down a road that followed an orange-yellow flowered meadow, I truly felt as if I were in one of my dreams.  You could see cows in the not so distant pasture, and red barns sitting on the hilltop above the autumn colored meadow. 

When we got home, I felt as if I’d had a wonderful workout.  Oh, if only every workout could be so fun!