Coffee anyone ?

Thanks for the coffee. Rain. Cold. Blah.
Get used to it.
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I swear my boots weigh 5 lbs apiece right now... sheesh.
Lordy I remember those days. The land we had in Livingston was black clay. It would crack open in the summer, you could twist an ankle in the cracks. Cement mixers could learn a thing or two about a hard surface from black clay. When it rained, it was slick as snot on glass, it rained some more and it stuck to my boots. Every step I took, my feet got bigger and bigger. DH stuck his truck so deep one time, it took a bulldozer to get him out. Black clay. :tongue

My beautiful white horse after a rain at our old place.

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