Woke up this morning and walked outside to go get coffee, only to be greeted by a world totally covered in snow. I sunk my foot into it, and it swallowed my ankle. Dry powdery snow, untouched by anyone except me. Not being able to control myself, I let forth a really loud, somewhat creepy laugh and started kicking snow everywhere. The whole world has changed. That's what a foot of snow feels like to me right now. Everything is new and different.
Especially doing chores. I had to take a five minute trudge down to Ghana to feed the two buck goats. They were huddled in their waddle shelter (it's plenty spacious. Don't worry), with a pile of snow on the roof, snow everywhere outside their shelter. Their water bowl was frozen over and topped off with another foot of snow. But, by the time I left, they had a pile of fresh, warm hay in their shelter, as well as fresh, not-frozen water, safe from the snowfall. They'll be OK.
Another new experience was shoveling snow. Apparently, you have to do that up here a lot, or else you get veritable Great Walls of Snow that are totally impenetrable. That was exhausting, but probably new enough to still be a good time.
The highlight for my first big snow day has been moving the cows. We figured it might be about time (or way past time) to get those poor ladies out of the pasture. So, we led them 1/4 of a mile through deep snow. Imagine watching a herd of big cows plowing through pure white snow, right towards you. It's majestic/scary. But, once again, they are now well taken care of. Now, sitting in front of a fire. People are making pumpkin stew, and my clothes are in the dryer. Sa-weet.
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