It was an absolutely gloomy, dreary, gross day for the middle of May. It rained this morning, it misted and showered this afternoon, and it was downright cold.
Where is Spring?
I spent the majority of the day lamenting over this weather - it complicates turnout for the horses (and they live for their time outside on the grass), it uses up more oil to heat the house, I'm throwing gloves in the dryer to warm them up before my next run out to the barn....
....waaah waaah waaah.
Luckily, this time of the year brings more warmth than cold, and while the day was damp and chilly, it was one more day to enjoy.
I try not to complain a lot, and yet, I still find myself doing it sometimes, often without thinking about it. But is my life really so bad?
The answer is a loud, resounding no! I feel very lucky to have this life. This is a life given to me by my parents, who instilled in me a strong work ethic and belief in myself; in my hubby Matt for his belief in me, and for his support that I can do what I love and make a decent living at it; and my students and friends, who support our business and give us the encouragement to keep pushing onward.
Tomorrow, I have two new students beginning their riding careers at TMF. One is only five. I began riding at 5, and look how that one ride on a pony named Chief changed my life. The other is a teenager who needs a passion - and confidence to carry her through the upcoming four years of high school. Maybe our horses and I can make the smallest difference in their lives.
I was thinking about this as I was putting the horses in for the night and feeding them their dinner. I turned towards our back field, and saw this:
Instead of thinking about how I could see my breath from the cold, I thought about the days ahead - just how bright they can be.
I heard birds chirping, the horses happily eating their grain, and a distant train whistle - the same train that would bring Matt home about 30 minutes later.
There are, most definitely, bright days ahead.