Sunday, February 10, 2008
Silk Is Waiting At the Gate
One good thing I noticed this morning was that the sun was already rising as I came out the back door to feed the horses. I hate going out in the blackness with a flashlight when I get up. Another good thing was that I was able to score one last load of really gorgeous hay today. I almost didn’t drive up there, but I had a feeling in my gut that there might not be any more of this quality for a while. I was right. I bought the last of the load. To my surprise, I drove into a full blown snowstorm to get it. There was about six or eight inches on the road and covering the fields just north of us.
Back at my little rancho, the sun was shining, and the ground was clear. Silk was waiting for me at the gate. It’s only about a half hour away, but we’re at a lower elevation. The horses got to run around. I cleaned my car, trying to brush out hay from absolutely everywhere.
It reminded me of a quote by Helen Thompson:“You can tell a horse owner by the interior of their car. Boots, mud, pony nuts, straw, items of tack , and a screwed up waxed jacket of incredible antiquity. There is normally a top layer of children and dogs.” Welcome to my world. I've always got hay in all my pockets.
Fortunately, I read the weather forecast and noted that the temperature was going to drop down into the teens tonight. As the wind began to whip up. I blanketed the horses. Now, less than an hour later, just as I tucked them into their stalls and gave them some dinner, the snow started to fall. In only twenty minutes, the ground was completely covered with about an inch and a half of wet white stuff. But Spring is just around the corner, I swear it is.