One hot Saturday morning, it had been a horrible week, between the heat, car wrecks and work problems I didn’t get any barn time until today.

As I was leaving the house my husband said “Take your time, enjoy the day.” I mumbled “Too much to do, I’ll be home ASAP. If my heart wasn’t screaming “I owe my horse some time” I wouldn’t be leaving”. Guilt is such a  powerful tool.

As soon as I pulled into the little barn, I see fresh cut grass, lazy horses grazing in their pastures and the stress of the week began to wash away.

I parked the car and headed in. One big inhale, my lungs fill with clean fresh air full of the smell of sweet fresh hay.

What house? Who needs to clean? NOT me. I need to stay right here! I’m more relaxed than I have been all week.

My horse’s pasture is so neat. There are no massive piles of old, bug infested poop. His water bucket is clean and full of fresh cool water, and the fencing is all new and nice looking. He has a pile of hay under the shade tree and green grass everywhere.

As we enter the barn, the shipshape hallway would make my kitchen look bad. I hook the big guy in the cross ties and notice his stall has fresh beading and looks tidier than my bedroom.

Our barn is small, old and not fancy, but it’s friendly, fun, safe and clean.

After I finished a killer lesson, groomed my horse – whose coat shines like patten leather from good feed – and put him back in his pasture. I sat in the shade of the barn sipping my water, talking with my trainer, enjoying the immaculately clean barn behind me. The barn manager drove in with a trailer full of hay. It dawned on me… that man works himself to near death to care for my horse. To give my horse and me a wonderful place to decompress and to put me back together. I can be gone the whole week and I know my baby is safe, happy and loved.

I don’t thank him enough.

Take a moment, look around, there are so many little things we all take for granted. There is no Barn Owners or Barn Managers Day.  They work day and night, standing guard over our babies, rush to their side when something isn’t right, stroke their necks when we can’t be there and a million little unnoticed things.

A big THANK YOU is long overdue.

Frank,  Thank You for all you do.