Here. In the barn, on the farm. Life on the farm in the spring is busy. We get through winter, head down, shoulders squared. But in my case, lots of things go unnoticed and untended. I simply struggled to get by. The barn is cleaned, the aisle swept, but the barnkeeping is minimal. Saturday I swept the stall fronts, put some things away and felt a little better about the place. I still need to hose it down as that is the best way to deal with dust and cobwebs, but it's a bit cool for that. This is my untidy barn in the morning.
Late morning I had it cleaned up a little.
The tack room. My nemesis. I hate cleaning this area. I had a long time boarder who loved to clean and was a dear soul. She kept the tack room and wash area spotless for me because she wanted to help me. A wonderful, lively and opinionated friend. She died from cancer three years ago this month. I miss her on many levels. The tack room is never spotless anymore. A long winter and me not giving a rat's bare behind, this is what you get. I decided enough is enough and cleaned it up. Yuck.
So this is the result of an afternoon's effort. It needs some a washing and some paint, but it's in order and swept. That's good work for me and my tack room. I have too much stuff.
Too many saddles.
So I have been busy at work. The next two months are always busy, even without the birthing of foals and the breeding of mares. I don't know how I did that, plus everything else, but somehow I did. I should have an embarrassment of time now, but I don't. Is it time catching up or is it a common affliction; when we have time we tend to waste it. If I'm honest with myself, and is there any point in telling yourself lies, it's both. But the work remains, the drive to do it still bubbles up and so I carry on. But one thing doesn't change. I hate cleaning the tack room.