I want to put two ll’s in leveller. (There are going to be problems when I get to SPELLING in my English course). Anyway, Our John thinks we got over Six inches yesterday. Nice light fluffy snow.
But it is what comes after the snow that will cause the – hmm, what is the word, not problem exactly – adjustment, change, issue? No, it is the wind. If all the nice white fluffy snow stayed in place it would be very manageable. The wind is continuing to blow – the pathways and driveways he scooped and ploughed are already blown back up into mounds of snow again.
I don’t scoop snow. It is not my department. The dogs and I just clamber through the snow drifts like pioneers.
Snow is the great leveller – everything evens out in the snow. Until men get at it and try to subdue the snow everything is uniformly pretty.
The other issue is the cold. It looks like we will be below freezing for a few days now. I see this as a good thing because snow melt means more mud and I am deeply tired of mud.
But the animals are all less than inspired by snow and the barn will be packed with sheltering animals and birds.
My guests yesterday worked hard and cooked hard and laid in front of the fire to rest a lot. There was a chef and a barista and two dishwashers ( one of whom was visiting from the Philippines ) so I was well taken care of.
The blowing snow kept our work inside.
The shot below was earlier in the day.
Our John has already taken a pass with his snow-plough. He is a Midwest native and joined the chorus of complaints from the men about the snow but secretly they are thrilled to bits when they get out there and hook the huge heavy metal rusty dinged up ploughs to the fronts of their oldest rusty dinged up trucks and plough off into the snowy sunset.
I hope you have a good day.
And now the weather…
Oh Wait!! I almost forgot to tell you – Jude has shifted himself into the grown up pigs house. The black upside down tub – stuffed full of straw and rags has been hanging out next to his heat lamp bed for a few weeks now. Last night I found him deep in the straw in his draft free house. With his heat lamp heating nobody. At last I can turn off his terrifying heat lamp. Thanks Gods.
He will get hot porridge twice a day now and I will be watching him carefully for signs of chilling. But that heat lamp ( which was only on at night and tied up three independent ways – even anchored from the sides so it could not swing) makes me very nervous.
Ok – NOW the weather and I will see you in The Lounge after chores … onwards!