Weekly Photo Challenge: Culture

My parents have always said that the only culture we have is agriculture. And luckily for me, Dad was busy planting some oats for our cattle to graze in winter. The tractor was the perfect model.

Our newer tracto, fondly named "The Dawn Treader"

Our newer tractor, fondly named “The Dawn Treader”

I must skedaddle, my ballet exam is on the 24th of May and there are going to be so many extra classes. Tomorrow’s class starts at nine… I’m not a morning person!

Au Revoirs

All the Happenings of the Past Month

Beloved readers. I have no words to tell you how sorry I am. I know I haven’t written for a month, so here is a nice long blog to make it up to you.

In the begining of March, Firn and I went to a horse camp.

The horse camp is a week long (which is not long enough!) and there are over forty horses on the farm. It was a Homeschool camp with about sixty other kids, and a few mums and dads. The people who run the place, Gavin and Tannie Elna, are the sweetest people on the planet. Firn went there last year, so she knew how it worked. She and all the more experienced kids would saddle up the horses, teach a beginners class every now and then, and just help around. When I arrived there I was so nervous, having just had a nasty fall off Siobhan, and I was terrified of cantering. At the end of the camp, I was cantering around on a horse I barely knew, with loose reins. It was so cool!

This is where we would sit in the evenings, watching and learning all we could about the amazing horses

This is where we would sit in the evenings, watching and learning all we could about the amazing horses. Photo by M van der Marve

We would often sit there, sometimes watching horses feet being trimmed, other times watching people play their guitars and sing.

Just before a six hour outride! What fun!

Just before a six hour outride! What fun! Photo by M van der Marve

Our friend the Cowboy Dude on Caviar

Our friend the Cowboy Dude on Kaviaar. Photo by M van der Marve

Firn on her beloved Camelot

Firn on her beloved Camelot. Photo by M van der Marve

We would ride! Every day, sometime twice a day. Riding out on the large farm, barrel racing, and somtimes just riding in an arena. The horses were really well behaved and beautiful.

After the Horse camp (literally, the day after the pony camp), I went to a ballet workshop given by Diane Finch, a retired lead dancer. She is a lovely woman. The only thing is, you have to dance well or she hits you softly with a bright green fly-swatter. I would put a picture on, but I’m in it with a turned in leg. No way am I putting that on my blog!

There were cakes to be made this month (loads of them), and I wanted a bit of colour. Thus, the rainbow cupcake was born!

Rainbow cupcakes

Rainbow cupcakes

A rose cake

A rose cake

 Firny and I went ice-skating last week, with the Cowboy Dude and his brother. Poor Firn decided not to hang onto the barrier and the result was that she fell so often, that when we left the Cowboy Dude was a pro at catching falling Firns… and Rains. I did my fair share of falling, but the bruises on my knees are nowhere near as impresseve as Firn’s.

The Cowboy Dude, as always, ready to catch Firn if she falls....

The Cowboy Dude, as always, ready to catch Firn if she falls…

All in all, it was a busy month! Until next time!