This post is from Dec. 30 last year, four days post-blizzard of '16.
As much as I was hoping the blizzard would bypass the 7MSN, it did not.
The snow started late Saturday morning.
There was nothing left to do but watch it from the snowroom and crochet.
You can build a horse a barn, but you can't make him stand in it.
What a knucklehead.
You can lead a horse to heated water, but you can't make him drink it.
Yes, I'm talking about you.
This is George the moment he realizes it's feeding time again.
This is Alan the moment the snow starts blowing into his face again.
Fifteen and a half inches of snow fell by Saturday morning,
then it snowed most of Sunday. I elected not to measure it again.
It would only make me worry about how and when I'll be able to get out of here.
I've been trying to keep up with the shoveling so that it doesn't get overwhelming.
Every couple of hours, I clear a path to the barn, scoop poop, feed, water,
then come back inside to thaw out.