Relative Something

It’s official. The growing season for 2023 ended for us yesterday with temperatures dipping well below freezing overnight Sunday into Monday. The moon still looked plenty full and the cloudless sky made it appear as if a giant floodlight was illuminating everything.

That clear sky remained as the sun showed up over the horizon in the morning. When the horses had finished gobbling up all the feed in their pans, I noticed all four of them assumed the classic position of standing perpendicular to the warming rays of the sun.

They closed their eyes and got very quiet, waiting patiently while absorbing every morsel of solar energy coming their way.

The air was calm, the horses were calm, and I couldn’t resist pausing for a while to stand with them and enjoy the serenity.

Suddenly, the blessing of having nowhere else I needed to be seemed doubly rewarding.

I can tell you this: it sure felt a lot warmer than what the thermometer was indicating at the time, and a lot different than what it is like this morning after snow blew in overnight last night.

Is this a Halloween trick?

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