I fantasize about summertime.
The soft glow of sunrise over the barn. Tank tops and breeches with simple tall boots. Blue sky and sun.
I’ll take 40 degrees in February, though. I’ll take it and be grateful.
I’ve had so much fun over the last three days. Instead of a long, drawn-out explanation of how wonderful the warmth has been, I’ll show photos of riders, lesson students, horses and melt-y snow.