Yesterday we had a wee melt. Complete with dashes of sunshine here and there, off and on!
It was lovely. Boomer and I walked in slush, and mud, and even on some dry spots.
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.
Then over night the air cooled allowing us to wake up to a
Winter wonderland. It was lovely. A vision of frost draping everything in it’s path. Life in the middle of a frozen cloud.
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. 🙂