Sean's Blog

34 degrees, cloudy, snow expected in 28 minutes here in 35538. Looks like a dusting. Hopefully. Although I’ve heard myself saying that we need cold winters to keep the natural balance intact. Last winter was mild, balmy almost. So far, it’s been brisk and blustery. It’s meant to drop to … Read More

I stop my car. Just stop. Right smack in the middle of the driveway. The deer picks up his head, peers at me. He’s not just a deer. I can’t count points on a buck. But this must be 10, maybe 12, could be 14. He knows it. Stares at … Read More

34 degrees, cloudy, damp at 35538. Balancing writing, reading, riding and shopping. Yeah, Christmas is looming. Nine days… Enjoyed an awesome day out with Orange County Saturday. Lemonade Thursday, a Clancy Bloodstock purchase and Riverdee Stable graduate, made it easy. So easy. The day after iconic stallion Lemon Drop Kid … Read More

I need to polish my boots. Where are my boots? Helmet? Gloves? Stock tie? Yeah, I’m going hunting. First time this season. Lemonade Thursday. The first yearling I ever bought. Won on the flat and over hurdles. Posted a 99 Beyer one day. A long time ago. By the great … Read More

52 degrees and raining at 35538. Pouring. We need the rain. That’s what you say on days like these. Sure, it would have been more productive in October, but it can’t hurt in December. The hunting schedule forced to change. That’s about all. Maybe some Christmas caroling. Or at least … Read More

Just bought a horse while sitting in a parking lot outside Miles’ baseball hitting clinic somewhere near Warrenton. Technology today. The data centers are blotting the landscape but they do allow you to buy a horse while sitting in a parking lot while your son works on hitting sliders and … Read More

There was a moment. Actually moments. When she broke alertly and found a position, stalking… When she followed the favorite into position leaving the backside… When she rolled past the favorite passing the quarter pole… When she got in front… When she battled back… Yeah, we jumped off the couch, … Read More

Thirty degrees and windy at 35538. Very windy. Batten-down-the-hatches windy. Which on a farm means roll up the tarps, stow the rakes and throw the blankets in the tack room. And catch the cardboard groundcover fly from the garden to the hedgerows. Basically, hope for the best. No riding today. … Read More

“You don’t want to ride tomorrow. It’s 30 mile an hour wind.” Nothing like getting talked out of your moment of inspiration. Thank you, Laird George. So, we’ll ride Friday. Trying to turn the crank on an old engine. The riding engine. It needs plenty of prodding and poking, revving … Read More