Oh, The Weather Outside is Frightful
But our hay is so delightful.
There’s no place else we would go-
Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow!
Zinnia and Breva, our frisky fillies, share a bite out in the blowing snow.
The promised storm has come and stayed, and we’re enjoying the calm and quiet that settles over the farm each time the wind dies down. I find horses to be breathtakingly beautiful in snow, and they seem to enjoy themselves, too. Shakespeare and I had a brisk bareback trot about the place this morning, and I looked out late afternoon to see all three horses tearing around the pasture, kicking up heels and bucking at the blowing flakes. Though Shannon and Eli, our eldest, spent a wet day slogging back and forth between various outbuildings getting feed and equipment sorted out for the suddenly-arrived winter season, the rest of us had the leisure of simply pressing our faces to windows and watching horses play. We did have a nice warm meal waiting for the soggy menfolk when they blew through the door at sundown, as cooking becomes a major occupation around here when the weather turns rough.
Can you find Howie in this picture?
Or Shakespeare in this one?
Little Lena could nearly disappear, like an over-frosted chocolate cupcake, if we get much more snow.
I love the way horses all face the same way into the wind.
