The other day, the morning looked like this when I woke up.
All balmy and so-so. Not bad for November. But then the sun never came out. It teased that it was going to, with the hint of a beautiful pink sunrise. But then it gave up and just got all foggy and weird and that was how the rest of the day went.
I went about my normal business and did all the barn chores plus extra, to the point I was actually well ahead of things. And I’m glad I was…
The next morning, Mother Nature showed up at an un-Godly hour, knocking at my back door. In her snow pants. Bloody laughing hysterically! She sharply slapped me in the face with her cold icy hand when I opened the door. That bitch! Damn her. I’m not ready for winter. Damn her all to hell! She can be so rude and unforgiving this time of year. I know she secretly loathes the winter holidays… She likely had a juicy, yet tainted, tryst with Jack Frost at one time and is forever scorned…
So I soothed my battered self with a pot of beef stew. What else could be done? Winter is here. *sniff*
No sense in arguing with that sort of nastiness when you can be inside eating hot stew and enjoying a nice fire, right?
So I spent the rest of that day sipping wine. And dreaming of ordering seed catalogs and loading up the incubator with fertile chicken eggs come spring… ~A
