I struggle round this time of year.
I'm racing with the season.
It's still so cold and windy, too.
The weather just aint pleasin',
And I rush for warmer weather.
I want grass that's green and lush.
I long for those spring time flowers
Instead of brown grass and brush,
But one thing that I'll always love
'Bout this time of each fresh year,
Are the joyful expectations,
Of new life that's almost here.
It's always anticipation
That makes the wait worth while.
And the miracle that follows,
Brings meaning to the trial.
I thought maybe you'd all enjoy the wait with me. The horses Name is Buck, but despite that she is still expecting and so I share with you the anticipation. She should Foal any day now. I'll keep ya posted.