The weather down here has been schizophrenic lately. We've had enough days in the 20s or below that 33 degrees is actually quite pleasant to me. Which made the 65 degree weather last week absolutely sweltering. Enough that Midas presented himself, head over the gate, waiting for me to come relieve his hot itchyness.
If you look closely you can see that he is caked, stem to stern, in dry crusty mud. I scrubbed the dry mud off outside rather than have to sweep the barn!
Three days later it was 20 degrees and there were 2 inches of snow on the ground (whipped off the road by relentless winds).
I love this variety in my weather. Keeps me from getting bored, or from having days and days without sunshine. The mud I could do without...