The forecast this morning was for a high of 60 today; indeed, when Cliff and I took our walk in the pasture, it was already 48. Nice day for a horseback ride. This picture looks toward my little town, and my daughter's house is practically underneath the water tower in the center.
Blue isn't shod right now, so I can't ride him much on pavement or gravel; but just up and across the road is a huge patch of farm ground that makes for a nice ride in the winter, and it's at least a change from our 43 acres. 43 acres might sound like a big plot, but it doesn't take long to cover it on horseback.
Blue was quite energetic, and somewhat jumpy. Horses are silly on windy days: they see leaves or trash moving in the wind, and they think something is after them.