Snow. 'Bout time. I think it's been awhile since we had a real snowday. This past month we've had a generous dose of ice, one spell in particular, but to wake to this glory was a treat. The house inside was so nice and bright with the white reflected through the windows. So cheery.
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| ~dear anastasia |
The chickens have been in shock, however, with them being hesitant to even step outside their coop, though later in the afternoon they hopped out for a tiny bit. Probably were cussin' the whole time. We ended up putting their water and food inside of the coop for them. I filled their water container with warm water and they just drank, drank and drank. Was able to hold Anastasia for a bit, and Milk (who's always good for a hug), and wish I could've sat out there, but it was way cold today. No dry spots to pause and sit. There's something so centering about being with them everytime, though. Every time. Chickens are perfect for my mental health. Would you figure? Can't wait until it's warm enough in the morning to take my tea outside with them.
I do think this is our last cold blast. Our last freeze date is in April, but surely we can actually think about spring now. I want to force some Forsythia, if it's not frozen. Maybe tomorrow.
Seeking some joy, and that might be a good place to start.
