They arrive in the fall. The temperatures have cooled down and the winds that will rob us of power have yet to arrive. They are the icing on the cake, the cream on the top, the best days of the year for riding.
My riding pal Haley and I came up with the name Blessed Days (or BDs) when I used to board with her. We had frozen in the winters, been soaked in the springs and sweated (and swatted bugs) in the summer. But each year when fall arrived we discovered the perfect riding weather.
I still haul in to ride with Haley whenever I get a chance. Last Wednesday when I awoke to find a sunny, crisp fall day, I called to tell her what she already knew - it was a BD. Didn't take us long to put our day's priorities down and arrange to meet for a ride.
On this particular BD, Haley and I rode indoors because the outdoor arena was muddy (from the prior non-BD). As usual we worked our horses in silence and then rode side by side to discuss whatever came into our minds. We always have the most unusual and hilarious conversations.
To cool our horses off, we took them for a walk around the property, still jabbering about this and that, laughing all the way.