With all the crazy polar freezing and arctic blasts that are going on across the country this week–it seems odd that I would be rejoicing in the small but lovely smattering of snow that we got here in our neck of the woods.
I seriously can’t help myself.
We are a four season kinda place and we’re very proud of our snow…
if we can get it to fall, that is.
I check the weather every night before bedtime and then again in the morning–you know–in case something has changed while I wasn’t looking, all in the hopes that there will be just a single snowflake on the radar.
Yeah, it’s that big of a deal to me.
This year, even after praying our guts out–
we still had no snow for Christmas.
It was criminal weather behavior and someone should go to jail.
Somehow, we survived that trial and finally–at long last, we had a full day and night of snow. Enough to actually stick this time.
If this keeps up, I might be persuaded to drop the charges against the weather man.
So we scrimped and we saved and we gathered every penny from the couch cushions and FINALLY were able to march right on down to the IFA and buy the chicken yard of my dreams. It’s enormous. Rhen had it put up in no time.
But the very next day…
this crazy stuff started pouring down. As badly as I want my little chicken girlies to be free and roam about in their new yard–I’d like them not to drown in it. *sigh*
So, we’ll have to wait a bit for dryer weather to try it out.
Pray for my anxious, crowded birdies–and for some sunshine. Will you?