Wisdom & Grace: Growing up in the saddle - Part 3

To my beloved grandchildren,

For now, this is the third and last letter that I am going to be writing to you about my life growing up riding horses. It was a great life and I will always, always be grateful for the childhood I had here on the beautiful prairies of northern Montana. I wish I could ride Roxie, and you ride Rosie, and still another one of you ride Midge, our treasured Shetland pony. We would go west through the pasture and search for teepee rings. We'd ride through the coulees and search for deer antlers. And if it was spring runoff time (my favorite time of the year) we would wa...