Cold is to be expected.
But, oh my goodness, it seemed like a really cold weekend.
The sky was grey.
The temperature was low.
The ground was snow-covered.
And the horses were cold, bored and hungry.
Maybe my tolerance for cold is narrowing.
It’s a distinct possibility…
How do you handle the cold weather?
Are you curled up beside a crackling fire with a good book, or charging forth into the elements with gusto? Or is there something in between?
P.S. I’ve suggested to Red that putting his warm tongue on a freezing metal gate is not the best idea he’s ever had. But he ignored me. He is after all a Mustang!