I hate you winter. Go away!
It is now no longer about my horse's training. Forget the jumping. Don't even think about cantering. The ground is frozen and slippery.
|I just want to riiidde!|
It is now all about keeping water from freezing. Storing hoses in the house to keep them thawed. Freezing my fingers trying to do barn yard maintenance.
Feeding and feeding and feeding the beasties and swearing at them when they eat the wood fences if there is a two-minute gap in hay being available.
And this is just the beginning! The snow will get deeper and temps will get much worse.
The struggle gets harder and harder every year. All I can do is feel so defeated today.
Maybe tomorrow I will buck up, bundle up and play with the horses. Or maybe I'll just keep all my fingers and stay the heck inside.