You know what they say, in like a hatter, out like a hare. March is here and it's just as miserable as February. Mud up to your pasterns, stale hay from last summer, halfway snowing all the time, berries in the water buckets, everybody in a bad mood.
I feel like I am getting older every day, that's how bad it is here.
Send us some sunshine if you have extra. We'll send it back in October.
