|Jack is one of the few people thin enough to almost hide behind a post.|
So, a few years ago, we started on our beautiful riding arena. We transplanted our garden and leveled the ground, filling it with course limestone and sand for footing. Sure, it was missing the fencing but it was otherwise perfect.
Then the battle with the weeds began.
|We almost lost our kids a few times in the jungle of weeds.|
Mother Nature hates a void so nothing (especially in the fertile soils of Iowa) stays vacant very long. We did our best hacking and pulling the weeds by hand...
|It's good to teach the love of work early, right?|
. . . we put Stoney and Dancer to good use. . .
. . . and when all else failed, we sprayed and mowed (and would have harrowed if we'd had one).tore down our barn, we used the old posts and floor boards for some of the rails and put it up bit by bit.
|Hooray for single user gas powered augers!|
I got about this far before I decided I hated doing it:sap beetles, houseflies and various other insects would get entangled, only to leave their little corpses in the fresh paint.
While I stewed in my misery, I decided painting a riding arena falls somewhere below sanding drywall (and that's saying something after having sanded an entire house's worth of drywall) and only slightly above how awful I'd imagined scraping out a pig sty with my bare hands would be.
I have since used the riding arena quite frequently and love that I can turn kids loose on Stoney without fear of him showing them what it's like to gallop (it's surprising how many little children insist they could gallop a horse if given a chance).
|I spy Jack painting away!|