I haven't a clue what this is all about. Though it involved a film crew and a whole gaggle of snowmen makers.
This week's Friday Afternoon Club was canceled due to me perfecting the art of procrastination. I did that so well I had to stay home Friday to catch up on work.
For a little while, anyway. Until I was saved by that proverbial bell.
As in the ringing of the telephone and the downright giddy voice on the other end of it proclaiming: THE SNOW HAS MELTED!
Not completely but enough so we could go for a ride.
Oh, I have missed my girl.
Ms. Megan has whiled away the winter doing what horses do best ~ lounging in the pasture, growing fat and sassy. Forgetting all about me and saddles and the fun we had last summer.
Horses are particularly spooky in the springtime. Everything scares them because it takes a little while to re-engage the brain. So, we tread very carefully on that first ride after a long winter. We go slow, choose her most familiar trail. Hope we don't encounter a loose dog or anything out of the ordinary.
Like... 200 snowmen???
And, that's when we bolted for the barn.