Wednesday, March 14, 2018
How much snow can a donkey shovel
Or as we say in the barn when it's just us Misfits,
"That's a ##$%^##@ lot of snow."
I must follow my own code of ethics–no weather whining [unless it involves biting flies, then I can whine because I am usually bleeding from wounds]. But, even us winter lovers do get worn out this time of year when these storms keep coming back to back...to back.
But, oh it is beautiful.
This morning I stopped midway to outer barn, just to look. Imagine, I thought, if you had never seen snow and you woke up to this?
Imagine, if they told you today is the last day you will see...or hear the way the snow sounds as it lands...
I had planned to be in the studio which has sorely missed my presence, as has my bunny studio mate, but the time I got done shoveling in the front barn, I was already sort of pooped [for the record Martyn was good enough to shovel all the way to barn for me, since it was well past my knees, usually I just trudge on]. I arrived at the outer barn, and I let out an expletive-in amazement. Then I counted heads to make sure all Misfits were accounted for.
The way we positioned the barn means the exits are under the metal roof, and sliding snow creates mini avalanches. I will say last nights snow off the roof created a great wind barrier for the donkey stalls. And it was pretty cool, it reminded me of when we had so much snow in Minnesota as kids and we would carve out forts from the huge snowbanks.
I am getting a bit worn out, but it is better than ice storms, or earthquakes. Or...you know...biting flies.
Being the eternal optimist and lover of all things Nature has to teach us, I took today as a sign to slow down, enjoy time with my flock and Misfits after all the shoveling. I was rewarded in many ways...including with llama love. Birdie followed right behind me as I shoveled out the avalanche on the sheep side of the barn. She was very concerned I think.