April is really a month of seasonal transition. March, which precedes it, pretty much stays the same. And May, which follows it, also pretty much stays the same.

One again, the roads are ice-covered. A week or so ago, the ice was gone and the surface was soft dirt.

On Friday we’re having the horses’ shoes removed. Good for their feet. Just hope that the ice melts so they don’t slip around. They tend to be more ouchy on hard ground, without the shoes.

Today Pete went and got hay from our regular hay dealer. The cost previously was $20.00. He sold us the same stuff for $16.00.

The world is in a state of turmoil. I am most concerned about the future hay situation. This, as I have said before, is our weak link. We can take care of ourselves because we have thumbs and no brains. Horses, they may be able to take care of themselves because they lack thumbs and have brains. We just want to believe that they are not all that bright. It’s generally our inability to communicate with horses that causes problems. We don’t think about what we are asking them to do. And lots of times we don’t ask, instead we demand. We are barbaric. And I’ll bet that they who have a stronger sense of smell than us, think that we stink.

We do stink.

The days are now longer. Tonight, I first took Raudi for a walk. Then Pete walked the dogs, and I took Tyra for a walk. All the animals were agreeable.

By May 1 the snow on the road and by the side of the road will have melted. I will no longer have the horses’ attention because the first sprigs of grass will be growing by the side of the road. A week or so ago, Hrimmi found some greens in some old brown grass. She was the first. Raudi and Tyra, on this particular walk, lacked single minded intensity of purpose.

Pete’s proposing that we go trekking in the Yukon. I said yes because I am game for going anywhere. He thinks we can find lengthy trails there. I suspect that we’ll be out for a month.

This could work if BLBP volunteers rise to the challenge and do the required work.

Today, Pam Meekin, who used to be the Alaska State Fair vendor/exhibitor coordinator – actually she did this job for forty years – reappeared in my life, surfacing at the Palmer Visitor Center. We got to talking and she came and checked out our digs at the hotel. She was very impressed – I saw what we’d done through her eyes and so I said to myself, yes, this is impressive. The best news of all is that she is wanting to be a volunteer and come in and clean books.

And so this was my day. And tomorrow will also be my day.

Next: 92. 4/3/24: Get along little doggies