It hit me hard a couple of days ago. We didn’t have Mud Season. This is southern Maine and we didn’t have Mud Season. Usually it starts March and keeps going for weeks. Then there are a couple days of Spring. If I remember Spring lasted several weeks. First cut started early in June with strings of perfect sunny days to cure and bale. Summer starts in mid-July and runs through mid-August. No one - horse or human - was in muck up to their knees. Shoes weren’t pulled off hooves and lost. Your boots stayed on both feet. The mucky surfaces by the gates dried out in May. The run-outs attached to the stalls didn’t get mucky and slippery.
When I picked up grain this afternoon I asked the warehouse guy if he noticed - no mud season. While half the country was trying to tolerate record heat I had to find some winter jammies and an extra blanket. I wasn’t going to turn on the heat. Too expensive.
This could be why I have been disoriented. I’m retired. From time to time it is Saturday three days in a row. I have to check the time and day of the week when I get up.
At least the horses don’t care as long as they eat.