A chilly morning

It’s freezing outside and has been all week. This is the time of year that I spend much of my day hauling icy water buckets, mucking the horses’ stalls several times a day, and lifting heavy containers of manure into the spreader. My cheeks are stinging, and my nose is running. My hair sticks out like straw from underneath my hand knitted hat, and my barn jacket is caked with hay bits and horse hair. (I dare not wear a nice jacket for fear of what the horses might rub off with their noses.) I walk like a zombie, because my boots are laden with ice and mud. I’m not complaining. I’m on cloud nine. THIS IS THE BEST JOB IN THE WORLD! There is no health club, no high paid fitness trainer, no therapist on the entire planet that could provide me with the physical and psychological benefits of my daily routine. I’m blessed to have my health. I’m blessed to have a husband who goes out to his job everyday, so that I can spend my time in the barnyard. What is it about horsey gals? Years ago a friend’s husband commented that his wife hires a housekeeper so that she can go and shovel s**t. Well, welcome to my world! I will give you a glimpse, hopefully everyday, through the Homestead window.

from the desk of a platinum blond country girl