April is NOT the cruelest month, February is.
Not to disparage TS Eliot (one of my favourite poets) or poetry in general and yes I see the symbolism of why he designated April as cruel but for I respectfully disagree.
You see, I have had horses at home since 2012 and I'm starting to see patterns. The one that is driving me nutty is that February seems to be the time that they break stuff. It is also most typically the coldest month so fixing things outside leads to blue fingers (the air turns blue as well). I think it's the lack of regular exercise and just general winter doldrums but it seems that horses look for things to destroy this time of year.
Yesterday I went out to bring them in for supper and saw that they had snapped off one of the fence posts holding the hay net.
oh gosh darn it, you frisky horses and your hijinks I said. Or something like that.
I hauled it inside and checked over the two innocent looking equines. they looked fine and as surprised as me.
Irish: We were just standing here minding our own business when it just snapped. Seriously. Lucky we weren't injured.
Carmen: I could have gotten a concussion. I think I'll file a JOHSC* report.
Irish: I mean, how hard is it to be pole? You just have to stand there. Must have been depressed if you ask me.
I untangled the hay net muttering to myself. My fingers were getting too cold to move and my eyes were watering.
I rigged up the hay net to one post but was not happy with it. Today I was home so I kept an eye on them. Sure enough, within a couple hours they had it ripped and hay was everywhere.
I brought it inside to see if I can repair it. As I threw it grumpily on the floor I said to Ed, I think that when we are rich we will board the horses for the month of February and go south.
I expected him to try to cheer me up but instead he said ohh I really like that idea.
|keep your eyes peeled for exploding posts|
*JOHSC = Joint Occupational Health and Safety