Yes, socks and flip-flops 🙂
Early morning walk to feed the hens
A walk around the yard
A walk back from getting the mail
A walk with night rising up on the land
Finally a walk at dusk.
From my world to your heart,
Our air started chilling down on Saturday night…growing thick with mystery and the promise of snow. The gray-pink clouds began enfolding the earth, as the sun set assuring us of a blanket white enchantment.
Sunday the snow started falling; winter’s promise was still alive.
Terry and I spent Sunday warm and safe. Although, a little on the bored side.
Boomer and I took a wee walk in the soft, muffled air. Boomer doesn’t really walk with me, there is always so much more to see and do than stay right by my side. Of course, now that cows are here he tends to not drift TOO far away!
Monday morning the snow was thick and lush and rich. As I shoveled the snow off the sidewalks there was only my footprints, Boomer’s and the cats! (I enjoyed being the only human foot prints in the yard. 🙂 )
Snow! That gift of water for the spring, summer and fall!
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,