I sat on the front porch tonight and ate broiled salmon and spinach sautéed in olive oil and garlic while listening to the rain. What Kathleen and I call an Asheville rain, in honor of what was perhaps her first understanding (for a California girl) of how nice a rain can be. We were attending a Celtic music festival in Asheville. It was a Sunday morning and we were eating brunch at a little restaurant in an old house near the Biltmore Estate. No wind. No storm. Just a moderate rain falling straight down. Warm temps. Sweet sounds. There were two tables outside on the front porch and we had one of them. A three-hour brunch. At one point Kathleen reached across the table and squeezed my hand and said, “At last I understand why you like rain so much.”
That was then. This is now. What I’m experiencing at the moment would be really sweet were it not for the fact that my Sweetie is in California and I’m in Tennessee… and this rain is expected to add at least two inches to the 24+ we’ve had since we brought the horses here barely four weeks ago. This is October. Which I’m told is by record supposed to be the driest month of the year in middle Tennessee. And we have six horses out there in the darkness at least five of which have never seen this much rain in an entire year in southern California.
I’ve had so many emails warning me of horses being out 24/7 on the “rich grasses” of middle Tennessee. That’s another post. So far not an issue. And I don’t expect it to be. But rain rot is. Ever heard of that? I hadn’t. Our guys – and we as well – are beleaguered by so much wet from the sky. Rain rot is a condition – especially for horses not used to rain – that is caused when the undercoat does not have time to dry between rains and crusty legions form that are not serious unless there’s never time to dry out between rains… which has definitely been the case here. You think you’ve planned for everything in the “driest month of the year” but God says not so fast..
Our new vet, Dr. Bobby West, is very bright and very knowledgeable of local issues and he says it’ll take 6-18 months for the guys on the hill to adjust to the foliage they have never seen before. Never mind the rain. Mouse worried me with a swollen left hind that turned out to be an allergic reaction to a thorny weed. Worry, worry, worry. One has to wonder: Was it better in Asheville? No horses. Just a lovely rainy morning brunch. Sweet happy faces.
No. I’ve learned over the years that there is no perfect answer. Life is not a spectator sport. Life is not a perfect sport. But it is one worth living. Figure out your own situation, make the best of it… and LIVE!