Winter waited until Spring to bring us the snowstorm of the year; we got from 10 to 14 inches, depending on which side of the farmhouse you measure. The power stayed on, the cars were brushed off and started, and the driveway was plowed this morning. The wood stoves did heroic work. We even made it to the farmer’s market this morning to get our food for the week.

When I happened to look outside at 1 or 2 a.m., Zip was seen dancing across the backyard in the heat of the storm. Zinnia had a blast, and Maria did a lot of shoveling. This is a Spring storm; it will melt and disappear in a few days. It was one of the most persistent storms in memory; it was snowing, raining, or icing for 26 hours.

We were both too tired to play chess, so we watched a new mystery we liked called No Offense on Brit.com on Amazon Video. It was funny and gripping at the same time, no small feat. It’s familiar, but this is my first time seeing it.

We had more shoveling and clearing, but we did everything right. Friends in New Hampshire and Vermont got about 24 inches.

When I first moved to the country, I had a storm like this on my first night. We always got a few whoppers a winter, but this was our longest streak without one—pictures to follow. The generator was snowbound in the barn; we couldn’t have gotten it out without trying.

This morning, I got another message over another Calla plant misspelling. I didn’t and don’t care (gasp). I misspell flower photos constantly, and this isn’t exactly the future of the democracy at stake. It’s just life with Dyslexia. I’m bored with this one. People must be pretty lonely to follow it and check my spelling of the Calla Lily. Really? I’m glad I have work to do.

I will make mistakes from time to time, but I usually get it right. If people have trouble with this, they might consider getting a magic wand and vanishing.

Storm-related photos are below. I’ll ask Mara to make a “Mind Your Business sticker.” The storm came and went; we are all good here. I hope the same is true of you. Here are some of the Winter Pasture photos I took. It was a sweet storm and gave us a cozy and sweet night together. Huge storms can be very beautiful, even when a bit scary. Come and see. This is why we are here.

Maria finished feeding the animals, and the pole barn was dry, as usual.

Ice covered the outer limbs of our home.

 

Iccles everywhere.

Uncle Joseph brought us a real snowstorm to kick off the start of Spring.

 

Ice everywhere