Sedum Autumn Joy is promising quite a show. Two years old and three feet high, she is pushing the boundaries of her tight, little spot in the garden.
Unseasonably cool September days have given me a gardening reprieve. And, a chance to get reacquainted with the big boys.
I love my little mare though I take lessons on a much bigger, faster, stronger horse. It's scary. But, sometimes I think it's good to be a little scared. To stretch our boundaries and see how far (within safe reason) we can push ourselves. See how far we can grow.
And, that's what I've been doing with the Dapple Grey.
I think I know a thing or two about gardening. And, horses. And, half the time I'm wrong on both counts.
Sedum is in the wrong place. She doesn't transplant very well. My knowledge of ponies was the same as yours. You kick 'em to go and holler whoa!!!
In reality, you never kick your horse. You make a kissing sound with your lips and that means go. Sit deeper in the saddle and they know it's time to slow down.
If you're still alive at the end of the lesson... you rub their neck, at the base of their mane by the saddle. The sweet spot. It's kind of like rubbing your doggie's belly. It turns the toughest of horses into a happy pile of mush.
* It may appear that Sedum is blooming. She's close. Those pink buds will all flower in another couple of weeks. She's found her sweet spot. Now I just need to give her enough room to stretch her legs.
I hope I always remember to how much I learn when I stretch myself past the point of being scared. There have been my best lessons.
oh-yes, stretching myself to the point of being scared. I did that, on July 31...
My sedum is coming too!
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