Here It Comes

It's that time of year; there's no denying it!

That time when the winds begin to blow and ice forms in the water trough, making it so you need to bring an axe with you when you check the horses, and search the barn for the heat wrap and tank heater. (We had our first snow flurries on Sunday morning. I was up early enough to see them.)

And even though the pasture still has some green to it, plant growth has halted for the year and it's time to feed hay to the herd.

Abby and her pasture mates have all grown their fuzzy winter coats and are ready for the long, dark, cold winter months.

I am not sure that I am, though!