- On February 6, 2014
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It doesn’t happen often around here, but when it does, it’s usually in February. The kids were all very disappointed this morning because, as skittish as we are about snow in Texas, the authorities didn’t deem this dusting as a sufficient reason to close school.
All the chores needed doing, however, and so up I bundled, and out I went. With enough layers, the chores actually helped warm me up to a comfortable level, and I was able to really enjoy the time outside in the softly falling flakes. Snow dampens the noise, and gentles the contours of the landscape, and all is peace.
The sheep hardly notice the cold, but do enjoy their chow and hay. Ice must be broken in buckets, to keep the life-giving water flowing.
St. Francis reminds me that God takes care of the creatures, even in these arctic temperatures. I don’t know how they do it, but they seem to get through it just fine. I do what I can to keep them comfortable, but He gave them the constitutions to handle the cold. Blows my mind.
Queen Ruthie enjoys winter. She surveys her domain, in no rush to finish off her breakfast. Her presence calms the pasture, and brings a sense of security to all its inhabitants.
Little Clare thought she wanted out of the LRB this morning, but after her paws touched the cold concrete, she (in perfect cat fashion) changed her mind.
The ducks, on the other hand, couldn’t have been happier. They padded around the yard all day, acting for all the world like it was high spring and just a lovely day for a caper.
Our bunnies have grown! I wish I had actually weighed them when they arrived so we could compare, but they are obviously much bigger in just 3 weeks. Their furry coats are keeping them toasty warm, and we’re supplying them with all the pellets, fodder and hay they can handle. I believe we have a happy trio.
You’d think Courage had been a bottle baby – he’s always underfoot, and terribly interested in anything I do in the pasture. His amazing fleece doesn’t let any of the cold penetrate – the snow doesn’t even melt on his back.
Meanwhile, inside, I just have to start growing stuff. The fodder wasn’t enough – I’ve got a tray full of kale and sugar snap pea seedlings. Now if I can just keep them alive long enough to get past this wicked cold spell, and plant in the garden…