Obligatory cute puppy pic.
It was a white Christmas, but barely. We got a couple of inches of snow earlier in the week and that's it. This is unlike last December when we got whomped - and I mean whomped - with six feet of snow in twenty days.
Nippy toes for the chickens.
Walking the dogs. Notice how Lydia is just a hair bigger than Major, at least in height (she has a long way to go to equal his weight).
In the dip in the road where the sun doesn't shine much in the winter, the snow freezes to the trees and doesn't move.
Absorbing the rays. It's been clear and cold, though not bitterly so (low's about ten, highs about 28) but the cattle will stand in the sun all day long, sucking down that sunshine.