Believe it or not there are signs that the seasons are changing. Slowly – slowly. The icy muck tells us that the struggle between winter and summer has begun.
A little sun and out they come.
Black and White. But not by design. For days now we have been under this heavy lid of pale gray cloud. Under the threat of snow. Below freezing. A frozen solid white bread sandwich. Colour has fled our world.
Don’t eat yellow snow. Just sayin’.
gain By yesterday morning the sick pig was given an A- and by yesterday evening she was given an A+ and was back to shoving the others out of the way to get to her food. Her breathing is still a little laboured but…
This winter has been up and down and up and down in temperatures. And the varuation is so vast that the animals no sooner get used to hunkering down than it is warm again then cold again. Well, one of the three little pigs…
Yesterday the fog hung thick. Blanketing the earth for the whole day. Usually, a fog will lift in the late morning but yesterday we shoved through the sodden visible air for the whole day.
The cows on the West side are more than happy with their big round bale. Stupid seldom leaves its side. Tia’s cousin. He is a beautiful animal. I had John place the round bale under the trees. It is dry under there with not…
The farmy has a sunny day ahead. Plus a high that may just tip us above freezing. My arms ache from carrying buckets of water for the cows so I hope we can get the hoses out today. Carrying water is hard work.
Foccaccia. Too thin, too crispy and too delicious. I am making more today to take over to Jake’s – we are having a meeting about this new year.