
Nevada says, "There's ice in my forelock? Really?"
Still, I had to go to the barn on Friday because I had a lesson to give. Last weekend, a woman who boards at our barn, M, asked me if I'd be willing to teach her how to do some groundwork with her mare. So I put on approximately every warm garment I own, and tried to pretend the thermometer didn't say 5°F. M's mare is a 15 year old rescue horse. She's an Arabian, and sweet but a tad standoffish about people at times. She lives in the pasture ...

