The morning started out with a heavy grey fog and a dusting of snow. By afternoon, we were in the sixties with blue sky and a radiant sun.
|Hubby using a come-along to move the horrificly heavy|
mats in the pens so that we can level the ground under them.
|Nosy Liza, checking out the action.|
|Me scrubbing the bars. Possibly the most|
pointless job I have ever undertaken.
|Big dog sleeping in a small space. He chose it, not me.|