I’m sorry, Ryan. Mud is just the worst and some mud is worse than other mud....a muddled statement but you all know what I mean!
Yes, Marsha, we do mow for hay! The fields are a mix of timothy, upland grass, clover, and some random alfalfa here and there - and an assortment of wild flowers that grow throughout the fields. In the heart of winter, when it is around 0 degrees Farenheit, I love seeing the dried flowers in a broken bale. It remains me that Spring always returns!
The ponies on the other hand just eat it all up without any reflections on nature!
I do remain profoundly grateful we have our own hay. That is a gift not to be taken for granted!