I wonder if Sinclair Lewis (American novelist) had horses?
The very same thought about winter was running through my head this morning as I broke the ice on no fewer than seven water tanks across the fields and wondered why I'd chosen to wear fingerless gloves.
The ice was the result of a very heavy overnight frost, not even any snow.
(Please note, I am not AT ALL complaining. With two of my boys living in Canada, the cold season in Sussex is just a pathetic excuse for winter.)
I know how lucky I am.
Beautiful animals. Beautiful scenery.
As Robert Byrne says “Winter is nature's way of saying, "Up yours.”
Good old nature.