Some days the mud wins. And your horse just gets to eat grass and stand around dirty.
Some days, after five inches of rain, the trails are just too wet to venture out.
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| this is my apple-chewing concentration face! |
And some days there is just enough time before the next storm. The fallen trees have been cleared, the mud is minimal, and the trail stretches before you like lost hope.
And the rain clouds loom. But refrain from adding to the morass, and ferns explode, and we stretch into a trot we haven't done for months.
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| clouds reflect on Avery Pond |
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| ferns on moss on rocks |
I hope for more of those days.
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| windshield ice feathers |
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| finally a clear sunrise |
It's so nice to see all that green. Everything here is so brown and dead and dull. Glad you got out for a ride :) The first between the ears photo is gorgeous.
ReplyDeletethanks! The green is so lovely but short-lived, we appreciate it while we can.
DeletePhotos are so beautiful and peaceful ♥
ReplyDeletewhile the horse is often not quite so peaceful! But thanks!
DeleteI miss those trots too; can't wait til the weather co-operates.
ReplyDeleteI will hope your weather improves soon too, happy trails.
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