Another nice one from Anna Blake.
The temps were mild. No one was shedding but the geldings were sunbathing flat and I was able to chip away at some ice-age muck. I even found a fly in the house. For a moment, it felt possible that winter would end.
It was a fib; just the first part of the annual bait-and-switch scam that Mother Nature pulls to make riders even battier than usual. It starts with a couple of sweatshirt days, just enough to thaw your icy resolve, and then WHACK! Slapped down by a spring storm; this one started slow but in the end we had four days of wind and twenty inches of snow. The local news posted school closings, but for some of us, snow day means the very opposite of reading and sipping hot cocoa. It means game-on. Our farm lost power outside, the well only worked intermittently, and the snow…
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