We are socked in again.  The sky is thick with clouds and the scent of snow is live in the air.

Sigh!

My mind, my heart and my soul misses the sun.

Even a tiny sliver of sunrise would be nice.

Or a quick peak at the sun as it vanishes into the night!

Any sunlight would be nice.

Until then…

I’ll know that the mountains are filling up with snow…snow means melt come spring, melt means full reservoirs and water for irrigation!  YAY!

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda