It has been snowing for two solid days. Not wildly, not massively, but very persistently. While the weather forecast called for a couple of inches, the amount of snow has taken everyone by surprise.
This is quite a change from last week, when we had bare ground and even some sunshine.
Here's Lydia, on guard duty.
Wait! Do I see something?
As of yesterday (Sunday) morning we had bare ground. But the snow, while fairly light, hasn't let up in 36 hours.
We've barely had any wind, so the snow pretty much stays where it falls.
Often the snow obscured the view toward our neighbors.
This is excellent weather to stay holed up (an advantage to working at home), but I had an errand that took me to town. The drive was quite lovely...
...until I got clear of the trees. Can you see the road? Well guess what, neither could I.
It was a touch better on the way home. At least I could see some landmarks. Vaguely.
Once I was closer to home, I could once again admire the scenery.
Since I was already "suited and booted," as we call it, I decided to do some barn chores. Here the yearling calves patiently wait for dinner.
Snow on the last of the big tractor tires we got in last fall for the garden.
Here Matilda and Amy were very eager to get into the barn for the night.
Major looks like a reverse Dalmatian in this kind of weather.
Younger Daughter wiped him down with a towel.
Whenever we get snow like this, Lydia gets snowballs between her furry toes...
...which she proceeds to chew out, sorta like yummy snacks.
Then -- often with wet feet -- she'll climb onto somebody's bed and take a nap.
I went out and measured the snow depth at about 4 pm Monday afternoon. Exactly eight inches.
We aren't getting the huge whomping snowstorms the east and midwest are getting, but I'm grateful for the snow we do have. It means moisture for farmers this summer.