Hooves and Rain: A Farrier's Story

Morning's Gentle Delay

The day began with the soft patter of rain, a sound now familiar and sometimes a call for a change of plans. An early appointment with a couple of retirees in Indian Hill was postponed in favor of drier pastures to come on Saturday.

Driving into Still Water Farm

Pulling into Still Water Farm, it's as if the last month has been a mere breath in time, returning to a place last visited in April. The rain lends a sheen to the landscape, a glossy coat over the world I work in.

The Wet Path Ahead

The drive up the path, a mirror to the slate skies, is contemplative. It's days like this when the rhythm of a farrier's life is not dictated by the clock but by the weather.

The Shelter of the Barn

A Glimpse Outside

From the shelter of the barn, the world is a cascade of grey hues, each drop of rain a note in the overture of the day's work. Even as I wish for sunnier days, I can't help but feel at peace in the stillness of the rainy morning.

A Trusting Client

One of the gentle giants I worked on today, calm and patient. The hooves were not overly long—a testament to the consistent care and the slower growth of this cooler season.

Returning to Rest

After the trim, it's a short walk back to the stall, a ritual as comforting to these steadfast companions as it is to me.

The Last Stop Before Rest

The Work Continues

In Lebanon, the last stop of the day, the humidity hangs heavy, a tangible cloak. The horses are shod, and as they move away, their steps are sure, a silent thanks for the service rendered.

Tools of the Trade

My tools bear the brunt of the day's damp, a challenge that spurs thoughts of innovation. Perhaps a cover for the anvil or a new arrangement to keep the rig dry—ideas to ponder for another day.

A Ritual of Respite

After the day's labors, I allow myself a moment of respite, a tradition that's become a small yet significant part of my routine.

Acapulco Mexican Restaurant

Here at Acapulco, I trade the rhythm of rain for the melody of a lively kitchen, the clink of glasses, the sizzle of good food.

My Trusty Companion

And as my trusty truck rests outside, I reflect on the day. For all the challenges the weather brings, there's always a way to find warmth and comfort, be it in the embrace of a good meal or the satisfaction of work well done.

Until the next forge is lit and the next margarita is poured...