There's something about being in the barn this time of year that I love. A lot of somethings, actually.
There's that welcome sense of being sheltered against winter's elements. All those earthy smells--bedding, hay, horses themselves. There's the welcoming nicker, the impatient banging, the contented munching after everyone's feed has been doled out. There's the refreshing paradox of being inside, but outside, at the same time. Then there's the pleasure of coming back into a snug, warm house.
That cozy barn thing--don't you love it?