March and April in Pennsylvania have been rough. When it rains, we don’t get a nice, cleansing shower. We’ve been getting 3-4” of endless, heavy, flooding rain. One place that suffers from this deluge of water is the Mustang sanctuary I volunteer at (Folly and Friends). The farm is old, like a couple hundred years old. The barn is not a beautiful show barn with pristinely clean stalls and aisles. We have mud. Mud in the stalls, mud in the paddocks. Mud on the horses. Mud on the people. My barn partner and I get stuck in the mud. Book plug: I’m editing a previous book my mom and I illustrated (mom) and wrote (me) called “Stuck in the Mud”.
Here’s Wren. She enjoys a good roll in the mud. She arrived at the Sanctuary, I think in January. I should remember the date cause I was there. She’s two and super sweet. We could touch her within a few days of arrival. Back to the mud. Everyone stay calm. The horses are fine! They are all in various states of wildness and are used to being outdoors and in every weather condition known to man. I watch my weather app like a hawk. As soon as I see the rain emoji, I scroll thru the hourly forecast trying to predict how much deeper the mud will be.
My daughter comes to help me muck and feed the horses when she’s home on college break. Guess she picked a sucky night to help 😂😂. We almost had to leave the boot there. It held fast. I likened it to quicksand. You’d tug and the dirt tugged back. Glug, glug, glug it’s sinking. Luckily with some perseverance and strength, we got her boot free. Hooray let the mucking continue. Fast forward to this week and the mud has been cleared out! A darling, wonderful guy scraped it out and the paddocks are ready for screening and crushed stone. A major improvement and blessing for Mustangs and the volunteers.
