Daddy, Julie and Terri have been keeping the house so warm.
The dark, bare melted spots of pasture are white this morning. As I walked the fields with Kathryn yesterday a heavy, wet, huge snowflake kind of snow fell on our faces and hair as I poured out my heart. I shared with her all the many, many ways that God had prepared us for this calamity, and the many ways I have witnessed the powerful hand of the Lord over the past few days.
I took a nap yesterday afternoon with Rose. I ate two sandwich halves, a few potato chips, a piece of chocolate, had several cups of peppermint tea, a little wine, only part of an early morning cup of coffee, plenty of water. The food didn't taste so horrible yesterday. Not great, but not horrible.
Baby, a Cotswold-Jacob ewe had a little ram lamb yesterday morning. I didn't milk, didn't look at babies, but let others care for me.
The wind is blowing the snow across the window as I type. The turkey is gobbling for breakfast. I think I will make some coffee.