My husband fixed the treadmill, but yesterday it was still broken, which meant I was forced outside into the cold, dark, grayness of ice and snow.
You know it's a gray day when every picture looks like this ↓↓↓
My phone camera was like:
"Ma dear, there's no difference between this color and that, it is all a variation of one color--GRAY. You ask too much of me. I quit."
I was like: "Fair enough, that's why there are photo filters. They turn 20 shades of gray into 50!"
Aha, a little better.
On my walk. Looking for beauty. Finding it, but not being able to capture it with my cell phone. Not getting enough steps, even though I cleaned stalls, organized the barn, rotated horses in and out, hiked the neighbor's property and our own...but I kept going. Kept walking back and forth to the barn.
It started to change. Subtly.
the clouds looked just a little thinner.
Then, there was this.
The great big ball in the sky made an appearance--almost like an eclipse in the way the clouds dulled its rays. It made me want to stare into it.
And I did.
And it blinded me.
Here are few shots of my big, golden-hearted sidekick, Loki. His bright spirit always brings sunshine into my life.
Tumbleweed stays out most nights with the herd, but yesterday he snuck into the barn and wouldn't leave. He took over Cowboy's double stall.
I finally got him out mid-afternoon, but it didn't last long. He wanted back in.
It made me nervous, so I kept checking on him via camera.
That's Tumbleweed sleeping. (Kind of like reading an ultrasound.)
As he slept, Cowboy stood next door.
About an hour later, I looked again, and Tumbleweed was standing. Cowboy was sleeping.
I love having cameras in the barn. It's the closest I can come to living in there with them.
Next week, we have temps climbing into the upper 40's, and I hope to get some serious time in with the herd.
I started a 5 year journal in 2018. It has 5 spaces for entries for each day--you fill in the year. As you add an entry, your entry from the years previous are above it. I was looking at my entries for last year and apparently, I was out riding the trail everyday! Crazy!! It must have been before the shutdown, because when it came, our governor had them tape off every trailhead and forbade us from using state parks. It was a heartbreaker, and it still hurts to think about it.
Well, anyway, this year should prove to be much different. Once these shades of gray start to lift, I expect spring, summer, and autumn 2021 will be a great period of renewal. I hope so.
At the very least, my treadmill is working again! Yippee!