JJ Stables, LLC

03/22/2026

🚨 20th March 🚨

WE’VE MADE IT TO SPRING YOU GLORIOUS EQUINE LEGENDS 🌼🐴

Guys…
We have survived:
• frozen taps
• 17 rugs per horse (none of which were the correct one)
• mud that could legally be classed as a new country
• the daily “is it lame or just dramatic?” panic
• and walking into the yard like a Michelin man with emotional damage

Honestly… it’s been character building.
I did not ask for this level of personal growth.

But here we are.
Still standing.
Still slightly feral.
Still financially committed to creatures that live outside and judge us.

Spring is HERE.

Which means:
🌱 “rugs on or off” becomes a personality crisis
🌱 the fields pretend they’re dry (they are lying)
🌱 the horses gain ✨energy✨ and questionable life choices
🌱 and we all start saying “this is the year we get our s**t together”

(we will not, but I respect the optimism)

Now… gather round…

Let’s pray to the mud gods 🙏

Say it after me:
NO MORE MUD. NO MORE MUD.

LOUDER:
NO MORE MUD. NO MORE MUD.

(whispers… it’s still going to be muddy isn’t it 😭)

Take a moment today…
Breathe in that slightly less offensive air.
Appreciate not chipping ice out of buckets.
And remind yourself…

You did it.

You survived winter like the absolute legend you are 💪🐴

Now go enjoy your horse, your coffee, and the illusion of dry socks.

02/21/2026

There is a particular kind of ache that lives in late winter.

You are doing everything you have always done. Feeding. Mucking out. Hosing legs. Paying bills. Smiling at your horse like you are not absolutely wrung out. 🌧️🐴

And somewhere in the middle of it, you realise you are not even asking for summer. You are just waiting for that first proper March sun on your face.

Not the weak, teasing February flicker.
The real one.

The one that lands warm enough that you close your eyes without meaning to.
The one that hits the side of the stable and makes the wood smell different.
The one that catches the dust in the air and turns it golden instead of grey.

You imagine it sometimes while you are stood in the mud.

How it will feel to lean on the gate, just for a minute, and let light touch your skin after months of bracing against wind and rain. How your shoulders might drop. How your breath might deepen. How you might suddenly feel… softer.

And you nearly cry at the thought of it.

Because it is not really about sunshine.

It is about relief.
About hope that is physical, not just theoretical.
About proof that seasons change even when you are too tired to believe they will.

March sun feels like being seen.

Like the world saying, I know that was hard.

If you are quietly waiting for that moment, you are not silly. You are human. And the fact you are still here, still showing up through the grey, means you will feel it when it comes.

And when it does… I hope you let yourself stand there for longer than you think you should. ☀️💛

02/20/2026

“I’ll be right back guys…”

drives to the yard and never emotionally returns to normal society again 🐴🌿

There is something about turning into that lane.

The hedges. The smell. The slight panic about whether you shut the gate properly this morning. The mental list running at 400mph.

And then…

You open the car door.

Mud. Hay. That oddly comforting eau de stable. A distant whinny.

And suddenly the noise in your head drops a few notches.

The yard isn’t glamorous. It’s not peaceful in a spa-retreat kind of way. There’s always hay to sweep, poo to pick, and a cob plotting world domination near the feed room.

But it’s our space.

It’s where:
• you decompress without explaining yourself
• you can be quiet without it being awkward
• you can dissolve into a mane and nobody asks questions
• and your nervous system remembers how to breathe

You might arrive overstimulated, tired, snappy, mentally juggling life.

And then you pick a hoof. Brush a neck. Lean your forehead against theirs.

And the world softens.

So yes.

“I’ll be right back guys…”

Translation: I’m off to regulate my nervous system with 600kg of emotional support animal and I will return muddier, poorer, but significantly more sane.

Every. Single. Time. 🖤🐴

01/25/2026

No one is happy about this. 🥶 Had to de-ice the eyelashes.

06/12/2025

Chrysi and Princess have really missed Lily. They are finally accepting each other and becoming friends without their mediator. 🥰

06/08/2025

Ana always looks ready to show … now that she is retired. 🤪

06/08/2025

Why??

04/29/2025

Sweet Princess is showing off her braids. She gets hot an itchy underneath her thick pony mane. 💕

02/18/2025

Lily aka Dressed In Diamonds

The best pony ever is galloping pain free and eating all the sweet treats and green grass her heart desires. We are truly heartbroken, but understand that Lily is no longer suffering from laminitis. It is a terrible progressive disease and after many successful years of management, we could no longer keep her comfortable. We (people and animals) miss her adorable face and sassy personality. The barn is different without her. I am certain that she has found Mark and her other friends. She is probably prancing around and showing off her newly cut tail and forelock, joining all the loved horses and ponies. We love you, Little Miss Lily.

12/15/2024

Winter is here. ☃️☃️☃️

12/12/2024