This is an in between time. Between winter and spring is an ugly place in a a region that has harsh winters. While so much of the country is enjoying trees budding and flowers beginning to show their glory, we have brown. The landscape looks dirty, unwashed from its' winter exercise. Some rain to wash it clean would be welcome.
On the positive side, it is unseasonably warm. Somehow the plant life in the frozen land knows better than to be tricked by a warm March. They have their own timetable and will bud out when they are good and ready. I'm so ready.
Today I will spend some of my time cleaning up the gardens, admiring the little bits of green poking their noses out of the soil and enjoying 75 degrees. I believe I can risk leaving the long underwear in the drawer today! It seems so wrong, it's March.
The horses know. They are full of energy, which means they are causing trouble. Broken fence boards, squealing geldings getting tough in the paddock. Strutting Topper displaying the fact he was top stallion for twelve years, he has memory even if he no longer has parts. Solo and Ari arguing throughout the day, Ari using his dressage moves on the floopy-footed saddlebred. Everyone else minding their own business, until trouble finds them and chases one or another just because.