On a Sunny Day in January

I saddle up the Haflinger for a short ride, and remember I haven't ridden in a few months.

I remove weeks of manure from stalls and paddocks.

I remove my winter coat and marvel that it is January in Ohio and I am wearing only a sweatshirt and turtleneck.

I take a long hike with the dogs.

I work the dog on sheep.

I forget about the dreary, wet December when I thought the sun would never shine and the mud would never dry.