There is a definite line of demarcation here. Below the crunchy compact icy snow from the last few months, above - well, it has been a lovely weekend to stay indoors with a movie and my knitting.
Well, after digging out the cars anyway.
Granted we are not the Eastern Seaboard with their storms, but we got just enough snow to slow everything way down.
Not that it is so exciting around here once the temperature drops below freezing. We don't really see anyone who lives near us in the 'Hood from November to April. I ran into one of my neighbors at the library a couple weeks ago and it took me a good 10 minutes to figure out how I knew her.
This is all leading up to the last of posts. Yes, I dare say it, updates here are as scarce as hens' teeth. (Ow I know I know)
Frankly nothing has really changed other than the level of snow in the hen yard.
Between that and my reluctance to use the basement office computer with its photo software (It's cold down there! - yeah that was a whine) Not to mention the growing stack of garden catalogs sitting so invitingly next to my favorite chair.
Outside my girls peer out from under their protective coop and chastise me for their lack of running space. Meanwhile the pile of alternate layers of snow and straw in said running space looms taller and taller (currently snow is the king of that mountain). Mina and Daffodil have had a change of heart and allow the others to roost next to them. Jane Doe watches the other 4 disdainfully from one of the nest boxes.
I get a sense of deja vu. We are all in a state of limbo, waiting for spring.
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