Ah. Cossack Riding.

You gotta love it.

With the weather so nasty outside and another winter storm supposedly upon us and being a horsewoman of modest means with no indoor riding arena on the place and a regular day job, I find that I do a lot of my horseback riding in my head this time of year. That is, as I'm lugging hay, toting water, cleaning stalls, cleaning dust from nostrils and eyes, trying to detangle manes and tails, checking hooves, keeping an eye on the fence, breaking the ice on the water tank if the heater goes south on me yet once again, I'm really cossack riding in my imagination.

The word stir-crazy comes to mind. Whatever gets you through the long winter days, I guess.