Good solid rainstorms in the area today.
Had a few nice solid showers across the pasture. I actually had heaven-made puddles in the pasture in a few spots. Of course, a few hours later they were gone.
I skipped trying to ride today. Ransom looked a bit disappointed at supper, staring at me with a blank expression. "Sorry boy.. .Momma doesn't tempt riding in foul weather too many days in a row."
Romeo's up tomorrow - Might be with the roping cowboys at the arena - More good training for the Little Man, reinforcing that not every ride and not every day can he "Run Run Run".
"Whoa" still means just that. Sometimes good for horse, always good for rider. Rather than hours in the saddle, today was a "whoa" for all three of us.