Everyone that knows me knows summer is my least favorite season. It is hot and dry in our neck of the woods. Our summer here on the coast of California lasts for eight months . I hate it !  I think I have imparted my feelings toward summer in all of our goats and horses. They seem to have the same feelings toward the season as I do. On our farm we are being invaded by mountain lions . There are quite a few in our back woods now so we can not let the goats and mini horses out in the pasture by themselves. We have to take them out twice a day now to exercise and play in the pastures .  When we take the goats and horses out to play they are immediately bored because there isn't any grass left and it is hot and dry and nothing for them to do. If it wasn't for the fact that my brother and I are the fourth generation on our farm , I would love to move where the grass was always green and the summers were cooler and wetter. However this land has been in my families care for several generations and I am suppose to carry on with taking care of it. Now the goats and horses and I  will count down the days of summer and dream of our favorite season , winter.