Well darn

So you wouldn't know it was near the end of March. Spring, even.

You can see that almost all of our snow has melted so to see more coming down was not helpful. Although it doesn't seem to be sticking.

See my horse just to the left of the tree? She really blends in. Her name is Baby and she's an Appaloosa (did I spell that correctly?).

She is demonstrating what she does best. Stand out in the pasture. Using the word pasture rather loosely of course. Don't get me wrong, she is a great horse. It is just that she's 25ish or so. I keep forgetting her age and it really isn't important; just to know she is old.

I stopped riding her last year because she really stumbled a lot out on the trail and that seemed dangerous for both her and me. She does have ringbone but the vet did say easy riding would be good for her.

She has the ability to fake disabilities though. She hates arena work so she instantly goes lame and has a real hitch to her gait in an arena. Take her out of the arena and all is cured. It really is annoying because you don't know real injuries from her fakes.

It really is an admirable talent though. She reminds me of those stories of women in the "olden days" who had mysterious illnesses and spent large amounts of time in bed. Fakers too, I'll bet. All to get out of something you don't want to do.

But I digress. Snow: I dislike you when you visit in late March. Just so you know.