Crunchy. That is all I can think about when I walk across the grass in the pastures. Our temperatures, like other parts of the country, are miserable. Unbelievably hot with the heat index above 100 degrees. The grass is crunchy, the sun is right out of a Camus novel. Actually, at noon today, I thought I was Meursault. I put the horses in the barn for the first time since March 16th. I prepared the barn last evening. Fresh shavings in the stalls, scrubbed buckets, yummy hay. I am keeping them in from noon to 6pm today, and probably the rest of the week too. Sovey is smiling. Pie is one pissed-off pony. He is mad. He grunts and squeals and practically speaks English to tell me that he wants back out. He is an outside boy and Sovey would like to move into our house. Wasn't I just exalting the joys of summer in my last post? Fickle me.
So what else is there to do, but play around with Photoshop? I took last summer's photo, below, and made it look like it was from 1974. Sigh. I admit it. I love the 70's.