It was ridiculously cold today.
Ridiculously cold for this part of Texas. Because we don't do 21 degrees. Period.
And it was, of course, my day to feed at the barn. Because this is precisely how my life is going. I feed one day a week. So of course it's going to be colder than a well digger's ... you know.
Here's Cibolo demonstrating how cold it is by standing outside, surrounded by frost.
Apparently he... ahem... enjoys cold weather. I thought those things shrunk in the cold.
Personally, we don't really have the clothes for this kind of weather. After all, this doesn't happen but for a few days in January. Maybe. Most years it's too warm for us to even light a fire in the fireplace.
So I was freezing. All my warm socks and gloves have long since disappeared (I lived in Chicago for two years and did eventually learn to dress for the cold - but that was about 20 years ago). I decided the mucking of the stalls could wait since I was losing feeling in my extremities.
Only a few of our horses were blanketed at the barn, most were being kept in, out of the weather. This is big Cloud, he's a sweet MFT.
After I finished feeding, I was stunned to find all the water troughs frozen over. After breaking through the ice on all of them, I hightailed it for the warmth of my car. Needless to say, I didn't ride. I haven't for a week! Darn work.
Onto the warm stuff...
We had our annual tree decorating party. We always invite a few people over to put the ornaments on the tree. Everyone gets in the spirit.
Roxie was shocked at the size of the tree this year.
I got a new camera. I'm not so good with it yet.
But the tree, that was easy...
Next week - Shopping!