I love Snow

I do. Especially getting up in the morning to a clear morning. With the fuzzy moon just setting…

And the sun just rising. Everything has paused. Every single ear in the barn tuned to the click of the back door, and the squeak of my boots as the dogs and I slog through the snow with the buckets of water and bowls of vegetables and fruit.

I love snow.

And when the sun does rise -the world sparkles. I have always thought that snow is a great leveller. Everything looks good in fresh snow.

That is until a man and a snow- plough gets a hold of it. They don’t just love snow they love to shift snow. Dominate it and move it out of the way. Stack it tidily in a corner.

Until the snow plough breaks and you have to drive home backwards. The problem with working with old and second hand gear. It is a struggle to keep it going.

Then of course is the second favourite thing which is working on the broken gear. Toiling away in the workshop all day. Fixed now apparently. All over my head that mechanical stuff. I just like to play in snow.

I love snow. As long as it does not snow on the day I am due to fly out of Chicago. Which is next Wednesday. Very soon.  If it snowed on that day I would not love snow at all.

Last night the temperatures were meant to get to  -7F (-21)  (1f) when I got up. And it is blowing.  The high today is  meant to be -4F (-20C) so I guess it is still dropping and then tonight we go down to -14F(-25C).  I am a bit worried about Godot. Boo found him unmoving under a bush. He stood up, but let me get close enough to lift him which is a worry. I brought him out from the bush, was he caught in there? got too cold and lost his bearings?  and he tock tocked at me then flew with a woop to the barn, banking perfectly before zooming straight in the big door. He ate for a long time sitting on his feet. I think he just got very cold. By last night he was back up in the ceiling of the barn roosting properly. Still. He is going to find the next few days hard. I may have to set up a heat lamp for him but you know what terrible fire risks they are. And the animals lose hardiness. Maybe just for this cold spell, I will offer him a lamp, I will lock him in the Peacock Penthouse with it.  But they never roost under them, they always go back to their own favourite bed roosts at night when it is coldest.  So it is a dilemma.

Off I go.

Enjoy your day.

Your friend on the farmy

celi