They said it was coming.
So it's not like it was a surprise.
It was even snowing tiny little flakes last night when I went to bed...
But Great Aunt Gertie, I never thought I would wake up to this....
We have at least 7, probably 8 inches of snow!
And in our world, what really matters is what has fallen in the mountains. That's where our storehouses are. And I'll bet they are overflowing now!
Crushing, relentless, merciless, garden scorching Mr. Drought...... take THAT! Pack your bags dude, and hit the road.
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The girls however are not so thrilled. They, so far, have refused to step foot in the snow.
Look at Lydia's beautiful dove gray feathers on her tail.... I just love them. Since her molt this time, she has never looked so beautiful.
I indulged them and put their feed in the coop and moved the water bowl in there too. I'll pamper them now, because I'm expecting payback in the Spring in the form of many, many light brown eggs so I can make baked custard any time I want!
The ice pond is a slush pond at the moment. I love the subdued reflections on the surface.
I was out before the sun came up.
The rain and snow we have received in the last few weeks is glorious blessing for which I am truly grateful.
If you have ever lived through a drought, when it finally ends you know how for years to come every drop of rain or snow takes on special meaning to you. And that's where I am this morning.
And for those of you who celebrate it, Happy Christmas.
Here's my card to you:
Now it's time for hot tea and buttered toast.
Bruce and I have a date.
He's in charge of keeping my toes warm. I'm in charge of supplying the wood. It's a symbiotic relationship that makes us both very, very happy. :-)
We have at least 7, probably 8 inches of snow!
And in our world, what really matters is what has fallen in the mountains. That's where our storehouses are. And I'll bet they are overflowing now!
Crushing, relentless, merciless, garden scorching Mr. Drought...... take THAT! Pack your bags dude, and hit the road.
***
The girls however are not so thrilled. They, so far, have refused to step foot in the snow.
Look at Lydia's beautiful dove gray feathers on her tail.... I just love them. Since her molt this time, she has never looked so beautiful.
I indulged them and put their feed in the coop and moved the water bowl in there too. I'll pamper them now, because I'm expecting payback in the Spring in the form of many, many light brown eggs so I can make baked custard any time I want!
The ice pond is a slush pond at the moment. I love the subdued reflections on the surface.
I was out before the sun came up.
The rain and snow we have received in the last few weeks is glorious blessing for which I am truly grateful.
If you have ever lived through a drought, when it finally ends you know how for years to come every drop of rain or snow takes on special meaning to you. And that's where I am this morning.
And for those of you who celebrate it, Happy Christmas.
Here's my card to you:
Now it's time for hot tea and buttered toast.
Bruce and I have a date.
He's in charge of keeping my toes warm. I'm in charge of supplying the wood. It's a symbiotic relationship that makes us both very, very happy. :-)