The weatherman lied.
I got up this morning and, you guessed it, raining. Yesterday they said today would be clear. Now it is 80% chance of severe thunderstorms. My poor ponies. I think they are starting to grow gills. I can’t bush hog the fields so they are knee deep in wet grass and mud. They never dry out. I never dry out. Every leather object here is covered in mold. I’ve been to the southwest. Really didn’t like it (all that sand. And everything is brown. And you have to keep your hand over the top of your beer or you get a glass of sand in about 2 seconds flat), but I think maybe I’ll go spend a few days in Texas and get my bearings straight. Then again, maybe I just need new wellies.