It smelled like hay, molasses, and mice. I really hoped there wasn’t a mouse in the oat bin again. It was early fall, and the pasture was eaten to the ground, so the horses received “special oats” with some molasses and corn added so they could head into the winter with extra fat stores. They
Cultivating joy beyond the clinic: a physician’s tale of rediscovering hobbies originally appeared in KevinMD.com.
