Well, you can’t, because the glass is covered in ice. This is what I see when I look back out at you. Best you use the door. But be prepared to give it a good shove as some of the doors were frozen shut yesterday morning.
This is a curly barked maple. I love this little tree. Thankfully the ice was not too thick on the branches, I have seen freezing rain bring down huge limbs of trees through sheer weight. In fact this is why the tree house tree is such an odd shape.
All the stock was inside overnight due to the icy rain, so feeding out was easy, but to get to the chook house I had to get through this gate. Frozen shut. So off I went to find my hammer. Just as well I did as I had to use the hammer to break into the chicken coop as well once I got out there, the door was frozen shut.
Daisy was not impressed with my meanderings as her water had a sheet of ice on it too and that trough is heated. but someone forgot to plug it in after its warm weather hiatus. Ah, well that would be me.
No need to crowd the refrigerator with the left overs of last nights chili. Just pop it outside.
The Daily View looks so benign but that grass is frozen stiff and crunchy.
Good morning. The competition is hotting up over at Spirit Lights The Way and just to be sure that I have covered all the provisions of the competition here is an old pic of my writing desk, not that I am competitive at all Roger. !!
My work space The Loft Studio. I already turned in my little essay. Now, you can join in too. Write a tiny bit about your process and send in a pic of your writing space. Pop over to read all about it here. But have it all in by Robbie Burns birthday. There will be voting for the bestests on Groundhog Day, I think. And there will be prizes. I am not very good with rules. But I love to vote so join in if you feel the urge. just a little excitement for a grey winter.
Now you all have a lovely day. It is 14F (-10) outside. Soon I shall feed out. Daisy is still doing well with her Once A Aay milking. We are all so much more relaxed and the milking is at a civilised hour after everyone’s breakfast when it is warmer and the barn animals and the people are not frozen and pressured – which suits Daisy. Yesterday she never even lifted her foot. She stood beautifully still for the whole milking. Good girl.