Yesterday morning I dragged my aching self out of bed to help unload a few more bales of hay that were delivered. The farmer said he’d gotten on the road early so as to miss the bad weather, and I thought “what bad weather?”
It’s sunny, melting, everything is all drippy … well, maybe the temperature is gonna drop and things will get icy. That happens a lot this time of year.
I went back inside and crawled back into bed. The Boy did afternoon chores for me as I couldn’t drag myself upright for longer than it took to get a drink and use the loo and collapse back into bed.
This morning, I looked out and saw this:
OH! That’s what he meant!
Beautiful. We have mud here...ReplyDelete
No worries, it'll be mud in another couple of weeks. :)ReplyDelete
So beautiful to look at! Love the little red barn in the midst of all the snow!ReplyDelete