|That guy in the corner is just trying to stay out of the mud...|
Yep. You see that correctly. Today it's 49 degrees (though the thermometer said 55 at the barn... and I believe it!). Now, I'm not complaining, per se.... I mean, I had the chance to break out my fabulous new breeches that my mom sent me and finally ride in leather tall boots for a change. I was able to ride with a window open and no jacket... It's been so long since any of that has been possible that I've nearly forgotten that not everyone rides in 8 layers every day. My horses worked up a good sweat, then I was able to fill a manure bucket with the hair that I pulled off of them. It was warm enough to pull Delights mane (again), and tempt me to bring out clippers to make RC look a little more presentable...
Of course tomorrow is back in the 30's with Friday's high and low at 24 (never trust a weatherman who only gives one temperature for a day... You know he's lying).
So why the remorse for over wishing for spring?
One word: Mud.
Where does all of that slushy melted snow go? No where. It turns my driveway into a mud pit, requiring 4 wheel drive to turn around. One warm day isn't the bringer of mud, doom and gloom, however, next week is supposed to be all in the upper forties.
|This is the actor's portrayal of my driveway after a few more days of this weather|