Before and After the Snow

On Monday, weather forecasters were predicting a major snow heading our way. Six to ten inches on Wednesday, they said. But Monday was warm and sunny. Critters—like George and Emma— lounged in the sun.

Crocuses bloomed . . .

. . . and daffodils. Lots of daffodils.

New leaves on the rosebush reached for the sky. Spring had to be here.

Chloe and Jim-Bob enjoyed Monbday's warm sunshine.

Their mama Olivia even came out to join them.

Sky was bright blue behind the pin oak . . . 

. . . and over toward the Peaks of Otter.

But on Tuesday, rain came. The sky behind the pin oak was dreary. A chill was in the air.

Ditto for the sky toward the Peaks.

We prepared for the big storm that was coming. But the weather forecasters changed their minds. We'd get less, they said. Maybe one to three inches.

But on Wednesday morning—this morning—the expected big snowstorm apparently missed us. Only a dusting of snow—less than an inch—covered parts of the ground.

The daffodils looked a little worse for wear, but they still bloomed.

In the pasture, the wind blew hard but still Melody ventured out to eat hay.

The wind blew barn-cat Sherman's hair while he scarfed a bite from the dog dish. His sister Spotz decided to retreat intothe tackroom.

In the garage, George and Emma decided to sleep in.

So the expected big snow never happened. According to the weather forecasters, spring-like weather will be back by the weekend.

Unless they're wrong.

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