01/21/2025
Though I hate winter more than anything, there's something oddly satisfying about being in that old barn on a cold, snowy, night. The horses are all snuggled in their stalls with their blankets on. It's so quiet tonight that all you can hear is the sound of munching hay. The tack room sits under the hill portion of the bank barn. It's 2 degrees outside right now, but Leo's water in the unheated tack room is not even frozen. The farmers of old really knew how to build things for the long haul. Leo is tucked away for the night in the top of Windsor's cubby, snuggled up in Audrey's saddle pads. I'll go to bed tonight praying that tomorrow will be 85 degrees, but in the meantime, it's nice to know everyone is fed and toasty out in the barn.
