#horses #ranching #winter
No way! Much as I love the heat (I’m a lizard who requires sun/rock time) the cold, snowy days here on the mountain feed my soul. The horses are fuzzy, the tips of their coats fringed with frost, their muzzles icy from their breaths. Yet when I take my gloves off and push my hand beneath their manes, it is as warm as the bed I had to leave to feed them.
~S. C. Dane