Saturday, January 30, 2010

High Winter

Bitter, bitter cold. The horses' lives go on, zero degrees or not. I watch them picking their way over the frozen footing, browsing in their blankets, sleepy in the hard-edged air. Dar and Keely squeal, nibbling each other through the fence.

Yesterday's cold was breathtaking. Nature balances everything, though. The days are getting longer. I had the stalls picked and rebedded before dark.

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