Yesterday, my entire farm was completely free of snow. Well, save for the back hill with its north slope situation, the snow banks there tend to not fully melt until after the daffodils bloom, but regardless, there was nary a bit of frozen liquid floof in sight.
This morning was another story. That's the thing about North Idaho, I don't get truly excited about spring until mid-April most years. Winter has a way of clinging on.
I envision the season like this:
To be completely honest, even though I ordered some garden seeds last week, and in a few short weeks I will be starting plants, I was not completely sad to wake up to a blanket of fresh snow.
Yesterday, was flying rodent fecal matter insane. I had to make multiple trips to town because it was the kitties spay and neuter appointment day, and as is the way of Kat-things, I couldn't just have one thing to deal with. Nay, I got like 50. The hub's drama with his shooting team reached its apex, I had college work to do, I had fifty cupcakes to frost because the ceremony we decided to throw for his off to the Olympics competitive shooter was last night, I had to make a return trip to town to pick up the kitties, there was a tense meeting that sprung up right before the festivities that had to be arranged and documented, and the LIST GOES ON!
I actually fell asleep sitting up while taking a brief pause to wait for a phone call.
But you know what? Yesterday was also amazing! Right in the middle of it all I got the most amazing health care news! There was some concern I might have the big C word in the ol' butterfly gland, and I don't! Which is awesome! I got that news as I was driving to pick up my surgery kitties. In fact, I was so elated that I blew a kiss to the really hateful old dude who didn't understand how four way stops work. YAY!
So yes, the blanket of fresh snow fits my current vibe. It's a new day, and today, aside from doing a couple homework assignments, I am going to rest. The rearing of Winter's head provides me with a external reason to embrace that. After I post this I am going to fold a bit of laundry, grab my James Rollins thriller about alien coral and deep sea trenches, and plop my tired carcass next to the fire for a bit of a reprieve.
Because as we all know, the seasons never fail to change, and even though it's all white and frosty outside my windows, I know before long spring will arrive, and I intend to be well-rested.
Or at least that's the story I am telling myself these days😉
And as most of the time, all of the images in this post were taken on the author's still recovering from being encased in snowflakes this morning iPhone.