Good morning.
Thank goodness we keep our food in a cabinet:
Here is some “snow sculpture,” just for you!
Here’s the view from the tractor garage. How does the snow make drifts inside the door?
Here we are, looking out from the feed shed:
The drifts are over the cat-cops’ boots:
Here’s our Betty, looking out from the riding arena:
Please stop, Mr. Snow!
You’ve made your point, Mr. Snow—NOW STOP! You made us wait an extra hour for breakfast! 🐴