It’s sooooo dry this year.
Lake Midnight never even appeared.
That’s what our pasture normally looks like in the spring.
The arrows at the top are pointing at the fence posts that define the pasture’s border…
Yeah, we’re usually wet, wet, wet this time of year!
I don’t think we’ve ever been under a burn ban from the municipality this early…at least, not as long as we’ve been here.
So last night’s drizzle that 1/2 filled a 55 gallon rain barrel and left us puddles on the drive way was very welcome!
Not so much.
But it’s not so bad that I have to be worrying about the horses’ hooves.
When you get water like that ^^^ thrush treatments happen a lot!
The last few years have been on the drier side so much that I haven’t treated anyone for thrush in almost 2 years.
Good for their feet, not so good for growing their food.
So fingers crossed for more rain at just the right times.
Both for garden health and for the hay fields.
I’ve been Dreaming about cutting hay for months now.
Oh how I miss the movement, the quiet swish of the scythe, the turning and raking and the baling…
After the snow forecast for Monday melts.