Despite everywhere being saturated the days are noticeably longer, what grass hasn't been turned to mud is growing, and the trees are budding. Little Un is acting very much like the stereotypical Welsh cob, and while he hasn't quite started breathing fire I think that his shoes have struck sparks a few times! He was play spooking yesterday - not appreciated when a slip in the mud has left me with a very sore back - and was plain uncooperative for the farrier today since all he wanted was to get out. His legs are shedding (the rest of him is clipped) but grooming them out is proving "fun" since he doesn't do grooming and I'm struggling to bend.
If we could just have some dry weeks so the mud goes then I think it might feel like we've turned a corner and spring is with us.
If we could just have some dry weeks so the mud goes then I think it might feel like we've turned a corner and spring is with us.