It is snowing here today in delightful New Jersey. As I was dashing out my door at 6am, arms full of work binders, lunch and my morning tea, I realized there was a giant ice patch on my driveway. I discovered this after my things were flung everywhere and I was sitting on my butt, water seeping onto my pants, knowing how my day was going to go from there.
Luckily it has gone relatively well since then… And then the snow happened.
I hate Snow.
My friends seem to think we are all supposed to think snow is beautiful and majestic. I know, that as a female, I am supposed to want to curl up on my couch and drink hot chocolate, sitting in front of the fire acting romantic and loving. But honestly, all I can think about is that I hate how snow makes me feel cold and wet at the same time, which is the worst combination. I mean, unless you are on fire. I am sure being on fire and smoke inhalation is the worst combination ever.
But realistically these individual snow flakes are tiny, frozen acid rain drops destroying my day and probably my hair.
There is no way that snow is pure delicious frozen H2O. And it definitely should not be landing on anyones tongues.
Knowing absolutely nothing about meteorology, I can only imagine that with all of the chemicals that shoot up into our atmosphere, tiny half chemical half frozen water-hate balls manifest themselves in the form of snow. If I am wrong, I don’t care. I still despise snow.
That being said I am on barn duty tonight, on the first night it really feels like winter to me. Although there is something I love about sliding my hands under Chief’s blanket and feeling how nice and warm he is underneath, and how his breath always feels nice and warm on my hands. I also love his fuzzy bunny coat he grows before he starts to shed out. And riding bareback when it is cold, and letting your horse’s warm body keep your legs warm, ambling around in the quiet is pretty fun too.
Flashback: I remember the first winter I saw Chief. The guy who owned him at the time left him in a field all winter. I would bring him buckets of warm water when his water buckets froze and break the tiny icicles off his face. There was another horse in the field who would stand in the shed and not let Chief inside. So he would be standing in the same spot every time I saw him, half frozen. He was still Ornery as hell, regardless of the temperature. I would sit on the top fence post and he would put his head on my leg for a half minute and let me scratch his ears. Sometimes I miss those days with not so much responsibility.
Oh the weather outside is frightful,
And I’m sure my horse is spiteful,
I’m late and snow makes me move slow,
To feed I go, to feed I go, to feed I go.
I think I may start to post a horsey version of a Christmas song every day until Christmas!