Thursday, March 28, 2013
I slept a little late this morning, and by the time I went out to feed, the sun was coming up. There was a red-wing blackbird singing from the aspen near the house, and a meadowlark sitting on a fencepost. I looked around for bluebirds while I watered the sheep and lambs, and listened to see if the cranes were back yet, but all I could hear was geese in the distance. The donkeys' and ram's trough was almost empty, so I dragged the hose over to it. While I was waiting for it to fill, I leaned against the fence gate, with one foot propped on the bottom rung, and my arms propped on the top, face turned up to the sun, the quintessential pose of farmers and ranchers everywhere. I realized that this was the first morning this year that it was warm and still enough to take that pause. And I also realized I wasn't hurting, anywhere. Three months of exercising every day has paid off with muscles that take the pressure off my spine and knee joints. I started exercising to lose weight so my clothes would be comfortable, but this is even better: my body is comfortable.