It’s our first real snowstorm at the new farm. Jon loves thinking and strategizing about storm preparations, not something I usually do. I’m more of a deal with it and figure it out when it happens kind of person. He’s also a softy.
He put the hay in the pole barn so the donkeys and sheep wouldn’t have to stand out in the wind and snow to eat. He refilled the chickens water bowl with warm water, and threw them an extra handful of worms and birdseed. He took Minnie’s open can of cat food out of the refrigerator so it could warm up before she eats it. These are things I would not have considered. The hard part of me thinks it’s excessive, the loving part of me sees it for what it is, generous and nurturing.