This morning when I went out to feed the horses, the mist was just dissolving, leaving the grass with silver edges. The rising sun was making the snow covered peaks of the mountains shine and the horses were neighing their good morning welcome (feed us now please!). And diving from the roof, the swallows were singing.
The trees have started getting leaves now, tiny bright green things. Yesterday, the sun was shining and it was so warm, I was sitting on the patio reading “Anna Karenina” and managed to burn myself on the chest and left shoulder. Maybe not what first comes to mind in a temperate rain forest region, but I’m managing to get myself a tan.
But it has rained a lot this last week too, so much that the roundpen and the arena have been full of puddles and the sand too wet for the horses to have any good footing. So I haven’t been able to ride. Instead, I’ve returned to Anna, Count Vronsky, Kitty and Levin. Honestly, it just keeps on going. It’s like several books put together into one. I love it.
Katja Malmborg 