(Excuse me for a second, I'm going to be insufferably Canadian and talk about the weather.)
I'm still irritated by the wind. It's been a mild winter but I'm still complaining, because what good does above-zero temperatures do when the wind blows all the hay away and damn near rips your coat off? I walk across the yard and the wind pushes my breath back in! I don't want to hear the term "wind chill" ever again!
But. Less mud in the corral means cleaner horses and riding boots instead of rubber ****boots. They're not really mud boots. They're ****boots. It's not just mud. If you know what I mean.
Yes people. My life revolves around weather and horse manure.
And I promise I'll have something more funny, interesting, or cool for you SOON!
(in the meantime, feel free to share the misery and tell me what the weather problems are this time of year in your neck of the woods.)