Hello heavy coat.
Hello horse blankets.
Hello winter hats.
Hello biting, freezing wind.
Hello hungry horses.
The snow will melt and the temperature may creep up to the 50’s over the weekend, but make no mistake, the season has changed.
I’ve grumbled about it, but in truth, when I was out feeding our two old sweeties yesterday afternoon, it was quite lovely.
The snow served as insulation, giving a hushed, surreal quality to the pasture.
The herd was quiet, where yesterday they were wound up. Horses don’t need a weather forecast to tell them a storm is on the way.
It is what it is.
It’s all good.