So far, Mother Nature isn’t impressing me much…
The puppies braved the snowfall early this morning to get to the yard around 7:00 AM. Trudging through the white stuff on the way out, it seemed to be primarily rain 5 minutes later when they wanted back inside. We’re right on that bubble between amazing fluffy, wet snow and cold, dreary rain.
The birds are singing as daylight approaches.
The window beside my desk is cracked to let in fresh air and I can hear a few birds having a snow celebration party in the woods behind the barndo. Otherwise, it’s quiet. Rural living is the BEST! ❤️