Only a couple of weeks ago I was up to my ankles in mud, complaining that my boots were getting sucked off with every step, and that it was impossible to slog a heavy wheelbarrow through inches of black ooze. Now, SE Michigan has turned bitterly cold and it's time to again put two of everything on -- socks, pants, sweaters. And don't forget a scarf covering mouth and nose. More hay, more straw, more water for the donks to keep warm and hydrated.
Yups, it's that time of year.