Yesterday we had a wee melt. Complete with dashes of sunshine here and there, off and on!
Later that afternoon, Terry, Boomer and I took a four-wheeler ride to the rocky hill. The chilled air knifing back in a shower of tiny bits of snow from the wheels of Terry’s four-wheeler, causing Boomer to snuggle up tight against me. I found this comforting-his warm body smashed against my back.
Our farm and the neighboring farms were a winter painting, cows dotting the landscape far and away. As we sat there, the sun hanging low in the sky, the silence was broken by a murder of crows, settling down on the farm, actually on the corn still standing in the fields, for their supper.
It’s all gone now…warmed up and melted away. A winter fairy-land.
Your friend, in January, on a farm, on the western side of the Rocky Mountains in Colorado. 🙂