Evy has been horse-crazy since she first set eyes on a pair of giant Belgian workhorses pulling a wagon and called them 'doggies'.
The flames of this obsession have been fanned by a yearly visit with Stormy, the handsome pint-sized miniature horse that lives on Al & Jim's neighbour's farm in New Brunswick.
Being an elderly gentleman, Stormy is now retired from giving rides, but that didn't stop us for visiting him about 5 times this summer. Evy was raiding Granny's crisper and compost bin at every opportunity to find treats for him, and even picked him raspberries. (Yes, mini horses LOVE raspberries - I had no idea).
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| Cruising (ahem, illegally) the 100 metres down the road to Stormy's farm |
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| Stormy (r) and his buddy and a very gleeful little girl |
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| A fence keeps them apart, but fate will bring them together! |
So, the horsey-love is alive and well. And all of this means that next week will BLOW HER MIND. We signed her up for a Horsey Camp on a local farm. She spends the full day there and they go on a pony ride each day. I can't wait to pick her up every day to hear all about her adventures. She's going to have so much fun. What a lucky kid! Stay tuned for photos and updates!
Lucky kid!!
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Cried every day my mother made me go!
Glad Evy's keen!
Miss you guys.
Well I cried my first day at Camp Kawartha but then wanted to live there and cried even harder when you came to pick me up! No dough balls, luckily. Now, girl guide campus another story. I'll never get over the outhouses at Doe Lake or the woman who made us wash our dishes in a solution of 50% bleach and 50% tears.
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