Just in case you were wondering what it is like to be FarmWife, we thought we'd share with you this little photographic demonstration of the splendors of riding me, Fenway Bartholomule, bareback. Handy text boxes show you the key sights, in case you wouldn't have noticed them for yourself. These include a bored expression; a furry wintery poll; smooth, summery ears; shoulder bars and a dorsal stripe; a saddle sore scar from a long-ago time; and FarmWife's ridiculously bright high-vis jacket.
Be warned: the high you get from gazing down my tremendous neck can be addictive. One look and you may never be the same.