Minus 7 degrees fahrenheit even looks cold.
Bundled up in multiple layers and heavy duty boots and gloves before venturing out to feed the mules. Claire met me at the side gate. I stopped to rub the snow off her forehead. I then showed her their breakfast and she followed me down to the barn, where Honey waited patiently.
I knocked the thick snow off their giant rubber dishes and brought them inside the barn and loaded them up, and also tossed a five pound bag of carrots on the hay for added fuel this morning. It sucks being cold. It sucks worse being hungry and cold.
My prayers go out to any creature, human or otherwise that may be either, or worse, both.
Luckily, the mules’ natural coats are thick and warm, their man-made winter coats are top of the line, and the barn heaters are working.
I left them happily munching away in the barn.
Honey was hidden off to the left. Claire always stands closest to the doorway.
You do what you can do and then you say a prayer.
Even with the heavy gloves my fingers are tingling as I type.
Well, I’m praying the rest of my day gets warmer – I hear it will rise to a balmy Zero degrees.
It’s fitting that this is the Winter Solstice. The longest night. It can only get better from here.
I have my candles burning, my intentions listed.
And now I have to go make sure Smokey made it through the night.
Hope Smokey stayed in the heated bomb shelter.
Extra hugs and cuddles for him/her/them this morning.
Hot water in the water dish. Top of the line dry and wet food.
We’ll get through this longest night.
Then my rounds, the horses will need that treat today.
And then the torture. Good for the waistline. Good for the soul.
But you fine, five readers bundle up and have that coffee thermos handy.
Christmas is within arms reach.
Have a fantastic new day.