White Christmas 2010
We only received about three inches of snow, but it seemed like more. The vehicles were covered. . .
. . . as well as all the trees.
Listening Hill Road was a sheet of ice. I was surprised the newspaper came, but it did.
It's hard to see our driveway but it's under there somewhere.
Our little summer house doesn't look so summery now.
Melody had icicles in her mane. . .
. . . and in her tail.
Barn cats took refuge wherever they could—like under lawn furniture.
They walked in my tracks when they could.
We decided that another bale in the pasture wouldn't be a bad idea.
Look how cold Chestnut Mountain looks in the distance.
Here it comes. . .
. . . and there it goes—into the pasture but close to the run-in shed so the mares won't have far to go.
Before the mares can eat, the string has to come off.
As soon as the string is off and the hay's on the ground, Melody is there.
All those folks who think a white Christmas is so wonderful, probably don't live on farms.
I hope next Christmas is warm and sunny.
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Labels: weather
posted by Becky Mushko | 8:48 PM
3 Comments:
Nice photos again. I'm glad you didn't get hit, like the East Coast did. I have an old dog house in my back yard for the feral cats I feed. In the winter, on really bad nights, I'd see the lights of their eyes in it, huddled amongst the blankets and towels.
My husband is not fond of white anytime; the snow is always hard on the farm. Hope you have a lovely new year.
You're right--living on a farm isn't always wonderful! Before moving to the lake, we lived on a mini-farm with a couple of horses. Getting food and water to them during freezing, icy conditions was necessary but not pleasant.
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