It started to rain last night. When I fed the horses this morning it was bone chilling, with sheets of rain falling and the win blowing. Supposedly it was 38 degrees, but it felt a lot colder. I fed extra hay and felt badly when I drove off, thinking not just of the horses but of the runners who were starting the Boston Marathon. It was a miserable day to run 26.2 miles (as if there is ever a good day to run that far!)
When I fed the horses this afternoon, the rain was still coming down in buckets, although it was now in the 40s. The horses were looking bedraggled and their sheets dripped with water. Thankfully, they were pretty dry underneath and none were shivering. I wasn’t looking forward to trying to change their blankets as I’m still not very steady on my feet and the mud is now pastern-deep, but thankfully said blankets are still pretty waterproof. Their feed bowls were almost completely full of water. What a spring this has been in New England! I guess I can say a small prayer of thanks that it wasn’t snow.