What happens?

What happens to the time? Where does it go? Seems this time of year, we come home to chores, bottle feeding babies, milking, pasteurizing and all of a sudden the night is gone.

I rode my sweet Sera Sue out in the pasture last night. Can I just say how much I love my mare? Love her, love her, love her.

We've been getting rain and it's been pretty muggy/buggy. My "delicate flower", Rosso, is having a hard time. The bugs make him crazy. He runs out to get a bite of grass and runs back into his little lean-to where he thinks he's safe from the bugs... and he runs out... he runs in... he runs out... he runs in.... on and on it goes.

When I lock him out in the pasture he spends more time running around in hysterics than he does eating. He has a fly sheet. It's not enough. He'd like to live in his own biosphere free of bugs.

Sera and Brandon do not have fly sheets... they roll their eyes at Rosso.

You can see them thinking, "More grass for us, you freak, more grass for us!"