So much of life, it seems to me, is determined by pure randomness.
It's a quiet Sunday morning and for the first time in a while I don't feel anxious and rushed. What, you may ask, is the cause of my new-found ease? Snow. It snowed Friday night, enough snow to cover the ice in some of my turnout. Enough to be able to get all of my horses outside for the day. There is no way for me to put into words what this does for my state of well-being, not to mention theirs. So life returns to a state of normalcy.
Mark and I worked the entire day away in the barn yesterday. You wouldn't think that would be a pleasing thing, but it sure was. We got those stalls stripped and freshly bedded, all of them. Life is good! You take your blessing where you find them. I happen to find mine in the smell of fresh pine shavings.
Kristina is able to get back on a schedule with Zing. All three of us are happy about that. But the time off appears to have been productive for Zing. He had been sore and had acupuncture in the early part of January, but still was displaying soreness through the back. And he was crabby. A month of rest has done him a world of good, mentally as well as physically. He is moving beautifully, with so much suspension in his trot. He lives next to my talented Shaka and I think he gets lessons overnight from him. As long as Shaka doesn't start telling Zing how to behave, it is all good. I will be so happy to get outside in the spring. An indoor arena is a must in this climate, but I don't like being in a tin box. Kristina and I are looking forward to resuming lessons with Bill. It's a wonderful way to spend an afternoon. The winter has been too hard to even consider adding lessons into the day.
It's a cold morning, a couple of degrees below zero, but nothing can ruin my renewed spirit and cause me to complain. A little cold air is nothing to me. I have snow over the ice and horses outside! And a pile of sleeping dogs around my feet. I think this is a life worth having.