Yesterday was simply beautiful in Minnesota. If you celebrate Easter, you got a gift. If not, you still got a gift. I was in the barn for the day, but I got brief moments in the sun as I travelled the route to and from the manure pile on the skid loader. You take the good where you find it!
Life on the farm is so different from the long ago life I led in Saint Paul. In that life we would have gone somewhere nice for brunch and perhaps a drive around town to see if the ice is off the lakes. That is a couple of decades ago of memory though. Now every day starts with feeding and watering large numbers of hungry equines, all calling out to me as they hear the door slide open. Noses poking through the bars, they nicker in anticipation of the alfalfa coming their way. I have never tired of this. Listening to them contentedly munch hay is one of life's joys. Cleaning up after them, well it is just part of the deal. At least I don't have the older woman wings on my upper arms. I have manure pitching and bale lifting to thank for that!
I have felt sorry for myself quite a bit recently. I have been concentrating on the the restrictions of my life, all the while overlooking the good. I do enjoy a whine now and again, but it needs to be really good and really short. Mine has been a steady droning sound, one that just crawls under the skin and annoys. Maybe the change of season will bring about a change of mind. I think so.
It's time to move my self in the direction of the barn and let the beasties out. They are always so happy to get outside, until they realize it is another day in the dirt paddock. It seems cruel and unusual punishment that they can look across the lane to green grass. Sacrifice now means plenty later, but they don't know or care. All they know is they can smell spring. At least the geldings have mostly stopped beating each other up. Several throat latches have teeth marks. Can't eat grass says Solo, maybe I'll bite Ari.
City & Ari, two years old
Off I go for another day. Enjoy your day good people.