Here we are in September, even though it feels like the dog days of Summer. The Old Farmer's Almanac says we're in for another brutal Winter. I must say I don't have the fear of the dark months that I did a year ago.
We have a great group of folks here. Everyone helps everyone else. After all..isn't that what it's all about?
We're working on fence lines, getting in hay, and battening down the hatches for whatever comes our way. I hope to have a new roof on the main barn, and tack room, and patches on the roof of the indoor arena before the change of seasons.
We're already planning warming fire in the tack room wood stove and simmering soups, stews and chilis for all.
Maybe this year will be a year of magic, and of midnight moonlight trail rides in freshly fallen snow.
