Snowing down my day.

Im just going to be honest and blunt- I only like snow for about... 10 minutes, and then once the "oooooooo look how pretty it looks on the trees!" gets out of my system, Im good for the entire winter- In the past, this has not been a problem in the state of Maryland, because we dont get "snow" we get what my boyfriend and I fondly call, Wintry Mayland Mix of Hell- because it is, it rains/sleets/snows for several hours, everything freezes and gets iced over, and then were done for the day because its melted by morning.

While this may seem like it sucks, because it does- the nice part about it is you deal with it for a day, and it goes away.  Snow on the other hand has a sneaky habit of insulating itself, melting, icing, snowing again, accumulating, and never fucking going away.  Which makes both my horses and myself more than a little miffed.  Everything takes longer in the snow, and being that my horses are what my mother and I like to call "Brumbies" (which is a slang term for  the Australian wild horse adopted by us) they are outside 24/7.

I learned two things this weekend, 1) My highly opinionated, tough ass mare Terra's blanket wasn't cutting it for her with the wind/snow/18 degree weather that we were experiencing on Saturday so she needed to come inside and 2) That our mares are bloody pigs. At the Beginning of January both the mares, of which there are two, and the Geldings, of which there are also two received 18 bales of hay in their shed feeders.  Now my gelding Bart, is a notorious eater; they should erect monuments to the amount of food that he is capable of eating on a regular basis. Once we had what must have been a bad bag of grain because none of the normal horses wouldn't eat it.  Perplexed because the grain wasn't dusty nor did it smell bad we offered a handful to Bart.  When he turned the grain down we immediately were on the phone with the grain company, "no, you don't understand... BART wont eat it there has to be something wrong with it!"  Getting back to the root of this discussion, The mares have eaten all of their hay... ALL OF IT.  The geldings have at-least 10 bales left.  the art of out-eating Bart had never been mastered until this weekend.  So because my mares are fat-asses, I again, need to find more hay to purchase, in the snow.

My 10 minutes of snow enjoyment were extended this weekend due to the fact that I was able to go for a ride in the snow with my best friend Lisa.  Shes more or less a beginner but works really hard and improves every time she rides; shes also not too easily intimidated. All qualifications for an excellent riding buddy.  I was happy to introduce to her how easily one can get lost in the scenery of a hack along with the rhythm of a trot.

Currently I am truly living my double life, and back at school contrasting city life in the snow with country life and understand why urbanites when asked about snow will spout out depictions such as, romantic, scenic, relaxing and call it their favorite part of winter, because when I stepped off the shuttle this morning, my tuition has paid someone to clear all of the paths I need to take from building to building of all snow and ice.  As I chuckle a little bit to myself about the sheltered lives of those who don't experience the weekends I do, I trod to class and pretend to be "normal"