Last night’s weathercast promised us a little snowfall for this morning. In truth, we had been watching this forecast for a few days, hoping the promise would materialize. It was going to be another little skiff of white on the place. Here is this morning’s view:
Lovely! That was several hours ago, and things keep getting deeper. You might remember, we were thrilled when the first snow fell for us, back when we were just closing the deal on the farm. It just makes you a kid again, especially when it comes on a day when you do not have to navigate the roads to work. A Sunday snow might be a disappointment to the school day attenders, but to me it’s perfect. Let’s go to church right here in the cathedral of the woods. I stepped under the arms of the firs reaching low, and that’s what it was like: quiet, subtly lit, spacious. Here’s looking in:
And here is looking out, at the house soon to be razed and made into another one:
The sheep are mostly holed up in their shed. You can see they are not out in their yard here. Their legs are only so long, and they’re skimming the snow with their bellies. Once the novelty wears off, I think they’ll be out in it. William the mule was frisky this morning, nickering and prancing as he came to the barn. Silly thing. He doesn’t have to celebrate snow days free from school.
One more picture.
I love this! I think it reminds me of my small days in Montana, when the snow would pile up even over my head! But of course, my head was not so high then.