Last year, Sandy began to shed his summer coat in July. That seemed early to me...and look at the winter we had! It seemed like a never ending snow fest. Darling, of course, took advantage of it and decided now was the time to practice bareback; after all, how much could it hurt to fall off into a pile of snow?
To me, snow meant not hauling Steve Holt! up to the arena to work. With temps dropping into the single digits at night and barely reaching above 10 during the day, it was certainly not conducive to horse training. The snow began falling within days of hauling him home from Burns and the roads were in no condition to pull a horse trailer.
And it just didn't seem to stop! All month long, all winter long...from December into February the snow just continued to pile up around here. And when it melted? Flooding. Flooding in places that normally do not flood, because the snow melted and ran down whatever hill was handy, into the streets and into yards and into barns. It was a mess.
So here we are, mid October, and Sandy began to shed his summer coat back in June...and frost was on the ground in September. I heard in Redmond, OR there was a decent amount of snowfall already. And while I'm looking at just a dusting up in the foothills here, all the signs are pointing towards a cold and chilly winter. Best break out the long johns. The ponies are already snuggled into their winter blankets...
How's your fall shaping up? Have you got signs of winter coming on?