From the editor
Last weekend, my husband and I spent our weekend in literal and figurative horse shit. Our daughter has the loan of a horse for a few months, and as we are rapidly discovering, this means bi-weekly visits to the pony club, while there picking up horse poo (four barrels a week). This weekend also brought a trip to Helensville to transport the hay needed for winter grazing, a working bee, a dressage lesson … and on it goes.
There was also a kid’s triathlon, two birthday parties, a sleepover and, to bookend it, my daughter fell off her horse Sunday afternoon, pulling a tendon off her ankle bone. My husband dealt with that; I was otherwise occupied, jumping over my neighbours’ chicken coop to stop our dog from mauling their chickens, ripping a glute muscle in the process.
When they finally walked in the door at 8pm, my daughter on crutches, I quoted my husband a piece of advice from our cover story today: that happiness comes from a life that contains both meaning and pleasure, and poured us both a big, fat glass of wine.
michelle. hurley@ nzherald. co. nz