It wasn’t a brutal storm, but it was a nasty storm –  snow, wind, and ice coming down for hours. Another much more significant storm is coming our way from the West.

I did a walk-a-round this morning and cleaned off the cars. There isn’t much shoveling to do; the snow is light and fluffy.

The ground is getting hard; this storm leaves a lot of ice. The proper winger is peeking in.

I can’t be on my foot for long, so my time out was curtailed. I got the cars cleaned and got some photos.

 

Sheep need to graze; a few inches of snow doesn’t slow them down. As long as they can see green, they will be feeding. They don’t care if it’s snowing.

Robin wasted no time clearing out some snow and eating whatever he could find down there.

 

Zinnia is a snow dog; she loves the cold, rolling in the snow, and jumping in a freezing pond. Lately, she has also discovered bird-seed, which comes down all day as the birds mess up the feeder. Interesting, the birds have no fear of her, they come down and fly close.

Zinnia is happy to help.

The Blue Adirondack Chair, which I bought from the Amish in June and painted blue, doesn’t go inside in the window. It is big and sturdy and is my weather barometer.

This felt like a Christmas photo to me, perhaps a postcard kind of photo. The Red Barn is Christmasy, and so are the chunks of apple wood, all taken from one massive Apple tree limb collapse.