We got about 14 inches of snow on Sunday. Monday morning dawned bright and beautiful. I just love new-fallen snow before anyone has walked through it or plowed it. I took my camera and my dog and went for an early walk while it was still fresh. It was hard to really capture the beauty of it. Last fall, I decided to leave the sunflowers in my garden (above) for the birds. I also took this picture to show my Tennessee friend, Tammy, who is getting ready to plant her garden soon. I won't be planting for many months yet, Tammy. :)
We've had subzero temperatures for the past week, like much of the rest of the northern states in our country. It warmed right up with the snow storm... to about 13 degrees above zero on Monday morning. However, warm as 13 degrees might feel, it is still frostbite weather if you don't cover up the bare patches of skin.
This is Jagger, my walking buddy. There's a tennis ball deep inside that drooly mouth. It's his security object. He doesn't want me to throw it while we're walking, he just has to carry it. By the way, he's not old and gray around the muzzle, that's frost hanging from his whiskers.
Here, Whit's feeding hay out to the horses. I can't seem to get a picture of Scooby in action, but he will pick up that hay feeder, which is built out of 4x4's, by putting his head down under it and pushing it up with his neck so he can get leftover hay from underneath it.
My horses are pretty hardy guys. They prefer to stand out in the snow storm. Whit proved that by leading them into their shelter one night when it was snowing hard. They turned around and went out again. He led them in again. They insisted they didn't want to be there, and went galloping down the field, kicking up their heels and playing in the snow like a couple of kids. Okay, fine. Be that way. If you're happy, we're happy.
Our sheep don't care about having their picture taken. They're always more interested in the hay, which is somewhere in front of all those rear ends.
This is our 1890-vintage barn behind the big pile of snow Whit pushed up near the end of our driveway. TBear likes to make tunnels and forts in the piles. Yes, piles...plural. : )
More piles in front of the house. In case you're worried, TBear makes his snow forts from the yard-side of the snow piles.
We got about 14 inches of snow on Sunday. Monday morning dawned bright and beautiful. I just love new-fallen snow before anyone has walked through it or plowed it. I took my camera and my dog and went for an early walk while it was still fresh. It was hard to really capture the beauty of it. Last fall, I decided to leave the sunflowers in my garden (above) for the birds. I also took this picture to show my Tennessee friend, Tammy, who is getting ready to plant her garden soon. I won't be planting for many months yet, Tammy. :)
We've had subzero temperatures for the past week, like much of the rest of the northern states in our country. It warmed right up with the snow storm... to about 13 degrees above zero on Monday morning. However, warm as 13 degrees might feel, it is still frostbite weather if you don't cover up the bare patches of skin.
This is Jagger, my walking buddy. There's a tennis ball deep inside that drooly mouth. It's his security object. He doesn't want me to throw it while we're walking, he just has to carry it. By the way, he's not old and gray around the muzzle, that's frost hanging from his whiskers.
Here, Whit's feeding hay out to the horses. I can't seem to get a picture of Scooby in action, but he will pick up that hay feeder, which is built out of 4x4's, by putting his head down under it and pushing it up with his neck so he can get leftover hay from underneath it.
My horses are pretty hardy guys. They prefer to stand out in the snow storm. Whit proved that by leading them into their shelter one night when it was snowing hard. They turned around and went out again. He led them in again. They insisted they didn't want to be there, and went galloping down the field, kicking up their heels and playing in the snow like a couple of kids. Okay, fine. Be that way. If you're happy, we're happy.
Our sheep don't care about having their picture taken. They're always more interested in the hay, which is somewhere in front of all those rear ends.
This is our 1890-vintage barn behind the big pile of snow Whit pushed up near the end of our driveway. TBear likes to make tunnels and forts in the piles. Yes, piles...plural. : )
More piles in front of the house. In case you're worried, TBear makes his snow forts from the yard-side of the snow piles.
What awesome photos. We are full of envy over having that much snow -- wow !! But we are content with our dusting - happy to have been able to play for a while.
ReplyDeleteThe children enjoyed the photos of all the animals.
And WOW - that barn is awesome !! If only the walls could talk, imagine the stories they would tell.
Grace & Peace,
MomToCherubs