Don't get all excited. This was taken in 2013. I was going to try to PhotoShop some snow onto a picture I took of the same space, but couldn't muster up the gumption. We now have arctic temps with no snow. That is, really, my least favorite of all winter scenarios. I would much rather have a big ole pile o' snow than the bare, frozen ground.
I blame the lack of snow on the fact that I finally got my car under cover. The Universe has a perverse sense of humor, it seems. My Snow-Wolf is tucked away under the same car port, gathering dust. The warm, wet spell we had before the deep-freeze, churned my driveway into a Pollock-esque canvas of rock-hard hillocks and splats. (Now, there's a descriptive sentence for you....)
I miss my frostless outdoor faucet. Sure, it's still there, but the water can't flow if the faucet is frozen. And, of course, the sheep and llama are drinking water like it's the Gobi out there. Ditto the chickens.
However, even with all the cursing and schlepping, I find myself in a much perkier mood than the usual gloom that settles across my thoughts this time of year. There may be ice in the air, but there's a spring in my step. Of course, it could also be due to the fact that I managed to consume three times my usual daily caffeine allotment before 9A.
This morning was pretty chilly in the house. I turn my thermostat down to 50* when I am a) sleeping or b) not home. I was getting the stink eye everywhere I looked - Kramer (the skinny cat) may not get warm until July and has been stuffing his bony carcass into the heating vent closest to me - to make sure I suffer as well. Slim (now Slom or Salami) has enough body fat to keep him nice a toasty up to -50*. Lovey, my Southern Belle, was tightly wrapped in two blankies this morning. Scrappy was happy in his one fleece blankie, while Pepper was hard to discern from his bed/blanket. I just put on more layers and tell them to man-up. Or (wo)man-up as the case may be. Wha dain't kill ya, will mek ya strong, as my old farmer neighbor used to say.
I started my Big Adventure on January 1. I will try not shop for groceries all year. I will live off my stores of jars (many), my freezer (crammed), my wits (erk...) I am curious to see how far I can go before I