A while ago I moved our bed so that I can look out the little kneeling window when I fall asleep and wake up in the morning.
Today the storm widow was fogged up halfway from the bottom up. So I had to lift my head to see out. And when I did I couldn’t have been more surprised to see white. The ground and trees had a thin layer of snow on them.
April snow isn’t unusual in this part of the country, but the spring plants and grass came up so early this year, I was fooled.
After my surprise, my first thought was that I’d have to feed the animals hay this morning and that it would be cold enough for me to walk in the woods behind the farm because the ticks wouldn’t be out.
All the snow is melted as I write this, but it’s cold enough out that I’m wearing four layers and a hat in my studio. This afternoon I’ll let the sheep and donkeys out to graze and take that walk in the back woods.