I roll over before the alarm goes off beating the obnoxious pulsing tone, I always think what a horrid way to start ones day.
I grab my hat and call Murray to be let out side; I try to balance myself while pulling up my snow pants. I leave them set on top of my boots like a fireman does after their last use to make it easier to slip into.
Jacket zipped I open the door as Murray pushes past and I take in a full breath of fresh air, looking forward I see the Chick.a.dee’s fluttering about the bird feeder and I hear Shurman whinny and greet me as he spies me on the deck.
The horses could not be any closer, there was a time I would have to drive for an hour and thirty minutes just to see them and now I simply walk 30 meters.
The boys standing in their paddocks present to me their perked ears and keen interest that I am heading into the barn to soon return with their morning hay.
I hear George our Rooster greeting the morning and establishing to all that can hear him that “He is the man”. As I get closer to the barn door the goats start crying as they two are looking forward to their morning feed.
As I approach the barn door there is always a moment of gratitude that I even have this door to open and then the moment when you know you are opening a door to happiness. I switch on the barn light and step in to the fresh smell of pine shavings, hay and barn smells.
Spirit and Shurman have made their way into the barn and will me to the hay area with big eyes blinking and displaying pretty arched necks and attentive ears as I chuckle at the amount of shavings they are wearing this particular morning.
The inside boys fed; Murray waits for me outside the barn as I have flakes tucked under my arm to give to ponies for their feed. As I walk out to their paddocks I admire the range of pinks in the sky and contrasting with the blues and set against the white snow.
Murray is bouncing up and down at this point as he knows once I drop these flakes of hay it is time to go inside for his meal.
Back into the mudroom I remove my outside clothing returning it to the hooks I took them from. I can smell coffee brewing, this means it has been made for me.
Now I start my day.