Still Winter, Just.
By the end of this weekend there will be bare earth and the few inches from the storm will be nostalgia. I really think this was the last performance, and within the week I'll be sporting Chacos to run into Battenkill Books or get the mail. But today it was delightful.
I'm getting a delivery of one last half-cord of firewood today and I think that'll see me right through to warm spring. I'm picking up hay tonight and tomorrow as well. There isn't enough open grass here to stop feeding the animals hay save for a few glorious summer weeks but that's okay by me. Hay is plentiful up here where the average hayfield can be anywhere from 10-50 acres or more. I live in a deciduous rain forest of rolling green hills, rain, and humid sunshine. I look forward to the power of those inland mountain thunderstorms and the little fireflies, just a few weeks away...
But today I appreciate the snow. Annie does, too.