The horses are enjoying the green grass. Although, we still have many cool days, things are growing, animals and plants alike. Viewing this, I wondered, what in the world was Charme doing.
Charme continued to be the strange one. She must be in season and none of the other guys can help her out. Even in their ratty-tatty pasture state, my horses bring me peace. Magic has been rolling in the mud but every one is beginning to get their summer coats.