We awakened this morning to a fresh blanket of snow. I fed the barn cats, and was pleased to see that their resentment over yesterday's "unpleasantness" didn't impair their appetites.Looking at the snow-covered deck, my old joints are aching from the cat-evicting gymnastics beneath its boards just 24 hours ago. I'm so glad I was able to get the chicken wire barricade put in, along with sealing up the cat cubbyhole. The latticework should be considerably easy, compared to all that.
All day long, it's looked like a toy snow globe outside. The snowfall hasn't been particularly hard, deep, or significant. Rather, it's as if the eternal God decided to throw X amount of snow down upon our mountains, and then toss some stiff cross-winds at us in order to keep X amount of snow moving in sideways, circular patterns all day. Meteorological slight-of-hand, one might say.
The birds - particularly the cardinals - are grateful for MeeMaw's refilling of the feeders yesterday. They've been at it all day long.
We ate our breakfast, went to Sunday School and church, and came back home, relaxed and content. Now we're both growing drowsy in the coziness that is Possum Cough on a Sunday in the early 21st century. Rest well, loved ones.
Just after I snapped this photo, MeeMaw saw a huge red-tailed hawk light on the rock ledge up at Five Pines. I was able to get the binoculars and see him, but couldn't make it to the camera in time.
We ate our breakfast, went to Sunday School and church, and came back home, relaxed and content. Now we're both growing drowsy in the coziness that is Possum Cough on a Sunday in the early 21st century. Rest well, loved ones.
