February, already the longest 18 months on the calendar (don't let those 29 days fool you), intruded two weeks into March this year. Knowing full well that winter and spring will thumb-wrestle for the next six weeks, we can at least hope that the below-zero days are behind us. Way behind us.
Spring clearly had the upper hand today -- and what better place to spend it but at the barn. Join me.
Light streaming in through wide-open doors:
Snow melting insistently off the roof ...
... heading for points unknown:
Angus, warming his puppy bones and getting a jumpstart on this season's tan:
And the locals, working on, well, not too much, I guess: