It snowed again in Yamhill. Then, it rained. It snowed again, it rained some more. When i thought there was enough of a break in the weather to do some work, I suited up and headed for the paddock. Didn't see the hail and freezing rain coming. No sir. The sucky muck (or mucky suck) conditions made it near impossible to wheelbarrow around the paddock. I can take the hint; work time over. Time to ponder the questions of late lunch and the metaphysical.
I think it's time to get inside when you can hear your boots making mud suck sounds over your metal cranking iPod. I think.