Okay, you folks in British Columbia. I know I was less than kind last week, when I said I was glad that your freak snow storm was there and not here. But we're even now, okay?
I spent Monday and Tuesday evening, after work, turning/moving manure piles (our composting project is worthy of a whole separate blog). Last night my plan was to drag the "almost-an-arena" to insure that the footing was good and dry for this weekend. When we left town, it was sprinkling. By the time we got home, the rain was really coming down. By the time I changed clothes to go feed, it had changed to sleet. By the time I finished feeding it had turned to snow--
Fat Fluffy Flakes of Frozen Frustration!
This morning, this is what we woke to:
And the power had been off for at least two hours overnight, no doubt because of the weight of the snow on the lines. Here's what it did to our clothes line:
Or trees overhanging lines: So I'm off to do a quick plow of the driveway, before I feed, so Al and I can get to our respective day jobs.