The big storm raged just north of us, leaving us alone except for a few inches of snow. The animals are always bewildered by snowfall. They literally don’t know what to do; they mostly stand and stare at us, waiting for more hay.

I can’t stay up too long because the novacaine I took today is wearing off and isn’t pretty.  And this week has wiped me out, seriously. Maria too.

I did stop along the way to catch today’s eerie feeling. I hope you enjoy them and are dry, warm, and safe.

I can only eat soup and salad for a few days; I’m glad the Shift food wagon is there. Nod to Edward Hopper again; I’m building a collection. Ceaser salad for me, croutons removed, and going to the chickens.

The animals started searching for hay under the snow and ice. It kept them busy.

The farm had a bleak, gray sheen over it this morning. Winter hangs on, roars, and squeals; it is a shadow of its former self. But as always, beautiful.

The Winter Pasture, Beauty And Gloom This Morning