Which was completely unnecessary in my humble opinion.
I mean, I know it is pretty and all that stuff,
but it is November 16th! Winter, by my calendar, is not until December 21st.
The animals didn’t seem to mind too much.
By evening chores, it was snowing heavier.
I huffed, and I puffed, and I finally managed to tie my heavy snow boots while bending over my sweatshirt, insulated-coveralls and chore coat.
I braved the wild outdoors with Pig-farmer.
He is like the animals and doesn’t really mind the snow.
and it really was beautiful.
But, it’s NOVEMBER 16th
that’s all I’ve got to say about that!