I felt my rubber muck boot catch the bottom wire of the horse fence. My ankle caught the strand that I had strung there this summer. My knees hit the snow. The five gallon bucket I had been filling at the spigot fell forward out of my hands and spilled into the stark, white snow, soaking my hands through my gloves, emptying in a mockery of the small task I was trying to accomplish.
I was wearing too many layers to injure myself in the fall: my legs were insulated against their snowy landing spot by two pairs of pants and a pair of heavy duty coveralls. Rather, the -15 degree windchill made the possibility of frostbite through my wet gloves my most pressing concern. I stood up slowly–the only possible way to stand in coveralls–and, swearing at the wind or the weather or my own clumsiness, began to refill the bucket. Ponies need water. It is my job to make sure they have it, whether the process for getting it is pleasant or not. Continue reading “Living the Dream”→
I’m beginning to think that Spring in the Midwest is really just a nasty rumor. I suppose I shouldn’t be surprised. I do, after all, live in Central Illinois. Weather seldom makes a whole lot of sense here, and this year was worse than usual. Today especially seems to be a regression for us, back into the low forties for most of the day. It’s a damp cold, and to be honest, all I want to do right now is leave work three hours early (obviously, it’s not busy; I’m blogging from the office…) and curl up under my heated blanket.
But then I remember, it could be so much worse…because, you know, a few months ago it was.
Enter the Arctic Vortex…
A few months ago, it settled directly above us for weeks, bringing record lows and buckets of snow. We were out in the thick of it, braving the sometimes almost impassable roads between our house and the ranch. (Thank God for our big-ass diesel truck is all I can say.) L and her husband were away on a trip at the time, and we were taking care of the llamas in addition to our own horses. When you have a wind chill of negative twenty to thirty degrees, it’s difficult to pile on enough layers to ward off frostbite. My husband, who used to be a professional fireman, went straight for his ARFF gear.
The llamas have a heated barn. They were livin’ it up! 30 degrees! That fact admittedly made llama-barn chores easier. The horses were a different matter entirely. They live in the back pasture with access to a large stall in the hay barn. At the point of the polar vortex, the three horses regularly refused to go into their stall, so when we got there to take care of them, all three looked kind of like yetis…
If I’m being completely honest, the worst part of it was the water. Sometime in the middle of all of that cold mess, the waterline to the horse barn froze. If there is any one thing worse than freezing cold weather, it’s carrying waterbuckets down iced over lanes in said freezing cold weather. I spent hours out there carrying buckets to fill our 100 gallon trough.
It’s still cold. The raindrops early sent chills down my spine, and the damp chill refuses to leave the air. Looking out the window, everything is playing out in shades of gray; if weatherbug is correct, a storm is rolling in. But it’s not hard to find things to be thankful for, even in this cold, tired blah. For example, it was rain earlier, not snow. Also, we have hose lines hooked up to fill the water trough (now that we don’t have to worry that they’ll freeze), so I won’t have to spend my evening hauling water buckets.
I’m almost sure that Spring will make it here eventually. Nearly positive. In the meantime, I’ll just act like a crazy Midwesterner and wear sandals in 45 degree weather while pretending that I’m not cold.