Seven below zero this morning, and it's suppose to stay cold a few more days. Is it possible to have a favorite manure pitching fork? I guess so because when I couldn't find the right fork this morning. I thought my day was off to a rotten start. One of our newer horses has decided coming in at night is not what he wants to do anymore. Chasing him in the dark and cold at 8pm at night when all others have raced to get in the barn is frustrating. We finally achieved this with a great sense of accomplishment and feeling of being one with the horse.
I think my fingers should be thawed out by noon.

A poem for you:

It's winter here in Minnesota
And the gentle breezes blow
Seventy miles an hour
At thirty-five below.

Oh, how I love Minnesota
When the snow is up to your butt.
You take a breath of winter
And your nose gets frozen shut.

Yes, the weather here is wonderful
So I guess I'll hang around.
I could never leave Minnesota
I'm frozen to the friggin' ground!
 


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    Mary Loch

    Hi,
    Thanks for visiting our website. My name is Mary Loch and I have had horses in my life for 33 years now. I have had the great pleasure of meeting many horse people from a huge variety of horse back grounds. From the first time horse rider to the highly skilled horse trainer. I have learned one thing from all of them. We all love our horses and the presence of horses in our lives. We all started with the love of the horse. Then some of us moved on to where we want to be, or hope to be, constantly changing directions, as we see new paths that we can challenge ourselves with. New obstacles  that we can try with our horse companions,  I hope this blog of ours touches you with some great horse stories and experiences and lets you become a part of our STABLE LIFE.

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