Remember that cute, spring-fed trough I had sunken in the ground? Remember that charming trickle of water which kept it full?
Well, New Hampshire had a bit of a flood today, we got about 5 inches. And the trough turned into this:
Thankfully, the horses have a (semi-) dry barn for the first time in their life. It will be the first night in stalls since the move. The pasture is so flooded that the horses would:
a) hurt themselves
b) wreck what little progress we've made on that pasture
Plus, after midnight, it's supposed to turn to ice. Yay!
But who's complaining? This beats a blizzard any day.