So there’s now snow on the ground. Part of me says it’s about time. The other part of me wouldn’t mind if it waited a little longer.
It wasn’t much of a snow, just a little flurry, but it was enough to make William’s day. I don’t think he remembers last year and all the snow then, but he was only four, so what can you do?
As for me, I went into town and got some more feed for the cows. It’s unbelievable how much they eat. It’s good that they’re so useful, because if they weren’t, they’d run us out of house and home within a week. I’ve talked with some of the boys at the market, and they say that at least it’s only cows. One of them had goats and it apparently ate one of his boots.