No, this isn't a photo of my house. It's from my friend Wendy, who lives in Idaho. Wendy and I went to junior high and high school together. We were a couple of horse crazy teens who shunned the football games, the cheerleading and the school dances and instead coveted every hardcover book in the school library that dealt with horses. Though Wendy and I both grew up in Southern California, she now lives in Idaho with her Quarter horses while I'm firmly rooted in Southern California with my two Paints. And while I feel right now like I'm freezing (I've been wearing my down jacket all day) I can't honestly feel sorry for myself because look at this recent photo of Wendy's ranch. Now that is freezing cold! Lovely and serene in its winter beauty, but freezing nonetheless.
Wendy emailed me that she's wearing her ski suit to muck the stalls in her barn.
I also got an email from Nancy, a reader from New Hampshire, who just discovered my blog. After missing my Life with Horses column in Horse Illustrated, she just found my new online home and caught up with all of my posts. Apparently all the reading gave her something to do on what she described as "a cold, freezing winter night."
So I suppose when I rush outside in a couple of hours to hastily toss Wally and Lexi their dinners before I get chilled, I'll console myself by thinking of Wendy and Nancy. I may be in a down jacket, but at least I'm not wearing a ski suit.