Spring is springing here. We've seen robins, had mud and rain (and are bound to get much, much more!) but, most tellingly, the cranes are overhead! Sandhill cranes have been, for years, my tell-tale sign that spring has sprung (or, on the other side, that fall is falling.)
Today, with visions of trail rides dancing in our heads, we loaded up the horses to take them to a friend's farm, where there is an indoor arena. More honestly, we tried to load them. Most honestly, we tried to load mine. Hope can sometimes be a Silly High-strung Intense Thoroughbred (interesting acronym...) and gave us a bit of grief. So we gave her some. We got them loaded, had them stand for a bit while we ate lunch, took them for a ride around the block, took them out, groomed them, and reloaded. It was a long day, but it was good, solid work. (Actually, she does load decently. She just wasn't doing it like I'd like her to, and we're going to work on that.)
In between loading and grooming, while they were standing, we started a small garden project. Years ago, I took some tigerlilies and started a small bed in our backyard. As happens, I've gotten bored of them there, mostly because they're hard to see in their spot. So we are going to dig and move them, leaving their spot to return to lawn. We're moving them up to the bank of the ditch along the highway. Hopefully they'll bloom for many years, and passers-by will enjoy them!
I wish I had some photos or videos of today's adventures. But it seems my camera has wandered off again...