the tradition continues
growing up, we always had horses. just ordinary horses, not racehorses like you see here.
horses we could ride around for awhile, then hold out our hands to give them a special treat.
the did not like dill pickles.
once you've fallen in love with horses it stays in your blood forever.
my daughter grew up riding English-saddle, and was planning on being in the
Hunt-Seat class of shows...but then she met boys.
the tradition of these particular horse races is incredible.
everything is very formal in the rarified air,
& everything is wild & crazy on the fences.
the spectacle is not our outfits, it's the horses & the people attendant to them.
like this guy.
Gemologist is still my fav, he's in #15 post position, which is not good, & his odds are 6-1.
it's like buying a lottery ticket, if you don't play you can't win...
so for a few days we can all get our minds off politics & the disasters,
and have a bit of fun, all coming to you from Louisville, Kentucky.
look up Lane's End Farm owned by some of our Houston neighbors,
they're had a good season or two & hosted some amazing guests during this Springtime