I can't believe I'm actually looking forward to winter. Yesterday, on one of the hottest days we've had this summer (90 degrees and humidity to match), I told my partner, Dennis, he would not hear me complain about winter at all this year. "Really?" he responded. "Nope." I said. But then I edited my statement saying, "Unless it gets so bad that I can't ride." He smiled. He knows me pretty well. If I can't ride, I'm not a happy camper.
However, this summer it was exhausting to try to get everyone worked before it was 90 degrees out. So, as I said, I'm looking forward to winter. I think the horses are, too. When they would rather eat hay in their stalls then graze on this beautiful re-growth after the drought, I know they're ready for some cooler temperatures, too.