This is a riff on the familiar saying,
“When life gives you lemons, make lemonade.”
The snow and rain have created amazing puddles out in the pasture.
In some places it’s a downright marsh, which isn’t all that great for horses’ feet. Thank goodness it’s a big pasture and Miss P. and her pals can avoid the swampy areas.
I’ve had a different experience.
To get to the gate, I’ve had puddles to walk through.
Big ones, the color of chocolate milk.
As I splashed through, I remembered something from my childhood.
Walking in puddles is FUN!
Each time, I made a point of walking in the puddle instead of going around it. And every so often I’d stomp just a little, to give myself a bit of a splash.
It made me smile.
It made my heart sing.
It made me feel eight years old and free as a bird.
It was all good.
So, how many puddles have you stomped in lately?
Isn’t it about time?