A weekend past

While spending a few days at my family’s farm over Christmas and already feeling quite nostalgic, I was hit with the urge to re-visit a typical weekend that I would have spent there as a kid. From mucking out stables, tidying up the junk that seems to accumulate everywhere, taking the dogs for a walk, to grooming, riding and lunging the horses, I wanted to live the weekend as if I were 8 again.