Do you ever get horse envy? I used to, but I don't get it as often anymore. I have too many of my own, and I don't want anymore, so I get horse "admiration" now. Let's see, I don't get saddle envy anymore, but I definitely admire nice saddles--the same with tack. I'm pretty sure, the only true envy I have right now, at this moment, is WEATHER envy.
Yep, I admit, the green-eyed monster struck me on January 25, 2011. It's common, even predictable, for me about this time of year.
Yesterday was the day that did me in, so to speak. It was cold, wet and muddy--all things I dislike. (If it's going to be cold and wet, bring me snow.) Then, to make it worse, I visited all my usual blogs, half of which it seems, take place in the southern climes. I read about trail rides in 60 degree weather and horses soaking up the sun....and it hit me.
Like Riagan for Maggie's bone--I think they have it better!
So, I'm going to upload this post, go in and put on my parka, my fur lined boots, my ratty knit cap and gloves, and slog through the mud to go muck out stinky, cold, wet stalls and groom mud-caked horses. Wah-Wah-Wah--that's the sound of me crying, in case you wondered.
Feel sorry for me?
(Today, looking back at the house from the barn.)