What can I say?

It’s winter.

It’s Colorado.

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!