As I wrote yesterday—the morning was chill and cold. Icicles had grown long and pointed, a testament to the slight melt and continued bone chilling air we had been having.
The little birds were restless, as were the other animals…a shifting of here and there. I thought possibly it was a search for food…the need to fill up to prepare for a long journey or another onslaught of storms.
Then a melt occurred! Snow fell off the roof of the house with a loud bam, snow melted out of the tire wells, giving the car tires a much needed relief from packed snow, AND puddles arrived in the yard where once snow drifts lay.
I was able to get a few things done the snow drifts had stopped me from doing. It was a relief.
Then around 10:30 last night a huge ice storm roared in, with a voice like an archangel!
This morning we can hear the sound of tires slipping and sliding on the pavement a mile away, as drivers head to work, forgetting to go slow.
Just because the pavement looks dry….
It’s still slick out there!
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,