Relative Something

The mess of melting leftover snow didn’t go through the usual overnight pause last night because the temperature never dropped below freezing. I read yesterday that the blanket of white covering the ground melts from the bottom up. When the air gets cold enough overnight, it is easy to walk on the old snow because a frozen crust is created. It wasn’t easy this morning.

The wash of chunks that rolled off the plow blade beside the driveway is melting in its own interesting ways.

…I enjoyed a special interaction with Light in the paddock this morning. After I had filled their hay nets and the horses finished gobbling up all the feed from their buckets, I still had some housekeeping to finish. Light approached and pushed her nose toward my shoulder. I chatted with her while continuing to look down toward my task on the ground.

Light made a little “chomp” at the air by me and I questioned her about her intentions.

“Were you thinking about biting me?” I asked without changing my energy or activity.

I expressed my disapproval of such craziness as Light wandered up to the overhang.

Then I experienced an insight about a possible different motivation behind Light’s original gesture. Maybe it was a “love nip.” Maybe Light was indicating her appreciation for my efforts.

I vocalized, “You’re welcome,” to the air in her absence.

Then I heard Light pooping up under the overhang.

You may draw your own conclusion, but I smiled a special smile as I scooped up behind her in finishing my efforts tending to the mares for the morning.

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