Maybe this is just me…

Nothing like the smell of hay and manure in the morning. Really. There isn’t.
So while I completely believe that mucking stalls when you HAVE to, or are in some sort of time crunch (like I am 99% of the time), is a totally wretched experience, I do find that there is something relaxing about stall cleaning when there’s no pressure surrounding it. Despite my hatred for mornings, I especially enjoy picking stalls in the morning when it’s just the horses and me at the barn. Yet another example that seems to confirm that horse people are a special kind of crazy. 😉