Spring Has Sprung (And So Has My Horse)

Ah, spring.

The birds are singing. The sun is shining. The grass is greening.

And every horse on the property has officially lost their mind.

We’ve entered the season of false hope.

You start the day thinking, “It’s beautiful out—I’m going to ride!”

And by noon, you’re covered in horse hair, your boots are full of mud water, and you’ve been politely escorted back to humility by a very fresh gelding who thinks forward motion is a personal attack.

Let’s break it down, shall we?

1. Shedding Season: AKA Equine Confetti Warfare

There is hair. Everywhere.

You brush, and it floats. You breathe, and it sticks. You look down, and it’s in your coffee. No jacket is safe. No brush is strong enough.

You’ll find horse hair in places you didn’t even use a horse that day.

It’s on your chapstick. It’s in your ears.

You could make three more horses out of what they’re shedding and still not be done.

2. Mud Season: The Great Sock Sacrifice

You step in, and it doesn’t seem bad. Just a little squish.

Then you try to lift your foot.

You lose a boot. You lose a sock. You lose a little bit of your will to live.

The horses? Thriving.

They’re rolling in it like it’s a luxury spa. Dry lot? Doesn’t matter. They’ll find mud. They’ll make it personal.

And God help you if you try to brush it off before it dries. You’ll be wearing it by the time you’re done.

3. Fresh Horse Season: Yeehaw and Good Luck

Look, they’ve been cooped up all winter. I get it.

But it’s like someone slipped caffeine, anxiety, and a full moon into their alfalfa.

They’re looking at puddles like they contain dark secrets.

They’re spooking at birds they’ve seen every day for five years.

They’re rearing, spinning, scooting sideways like they just read about dressage on a Facebook thread and decided to give it a go.

You go out for a calm ride and come back a changed person. Not better. Just different.

4. The Great Grooming Crisis

You wash their tail. They immediately poop in it.

You clean their legs. They find a puddle and high-step directly into it.

You stand back and admire your work. They sneeze in your face.

And yet…

We love it. We live for it.

Because under all the chaos is the excitement of a new season—longer days, more saddle time, and those moments when they finally soften again and remember they’ve been trained.

So yeah, spring with horses is a mess.

But it’s our mess.

And we wouldn’t trade it for the world.

(…Except maybe the mud. I could definitely trade the mud.)