March 1, so what?

We've finally gotten to March, the day I anticipate every winter. In my mind this marks the turning point-I figure you can't have below zero days anymore. Whitney called to say she wanted to mark the date by riding her horse-a promise she'd made to herself last year. So she asked to try out my arena. The temp was only in the teens, but I said yes. We froze.

She brought her buckskin Quarter horse, Cisco and her husband's Fox Trotter mare. I could not feel my toes so I said I'd pass on riding but walked the mare around a bit while Whitney got on Cisco and just reacquainted him with riding. The bay lights were not working so we had to quit when dusk arrived.