Daylight Savings time, our fifth set of goat kid twins and now a blizzardy noreaster have all altered this week since Sunday began at its forwarded-by-an-hour morning. The snow coated GP and I just returned from our dark morning stroll in boot-top deep sugary snow. It’s still coming down like a wall of whiteness in the predawn black. The dog and I both had to shake off on the rug.
The herd and flock will need a check whenever it’s light out. Much shovelling will be waiting once the snow tapers off. Better save my energy. Start the coffee…I lost a good friend one year. She was a geometry teacher among her other attributes. Pi Day was her own special holiday. The 3.14 blizzard just might be her little reminder or a tribute.
Grazing Days 