It’s another howler out there this morning… The snow that fell yesterday (“fell” is the wrong word; it was driven into the ground) is still blowing and drifting. We only got two or three inches, but there are places where it’s drifted to 18.
In a brief warm-up back on Friday afternoon, Hope poked its tiny head above the snow.
A walk down by the pond found even more signs that Spring is truly on the way.
We took advantage of the (relatively) warm day, and piled into the car to make a run to feed the sheep at Simmons’ Farm. More Hope awaited there:
Now, it feels closer, no matter what the thermometer says.