of white horses and fairy tales
We spent Saturday at a carnival held at an exclusive equestrian club, no less. It’s not a place you can just walk into any time of the day or night unless you’re a member.
So this was a special treat. The kids and I saw a horse-drawn carriage and we were so excited we couldn’t wait to ride it. The carriage was white and so was the horse, which gave it a kind of magical Cinderella touch.
We were all strangely quiet as we swayed to the rhythmic sound of the clickety-clock of the horse’s hooves on the tar road. This is a rare sound to us city dwellers. It’s a pity car tires don’t make this beautiful sound.
As we rode around, we met a lady on a black and white horse, and across the field, a polo game was in full swing. Such refreshing sights from what we’re used to seeing. No cars, only horses and more horses in the stables stretched into the distance.
At the end of our ride, the driver dropped us off near the pony patch. There was no waiting line so the girls happily got onto the waiting ponies. It guess it was only fitting that both the girls chose white ponies. It was, after all, as close to a fairy tale of a weekend as we’ll ever get.
- new car? what new car?
- bid for cool prizes
- catch Gossip Girl on the CW
- video game exchange
- Forget New Years Resolutions. Play Games Instead.