They say "red sky in morning, sailor take warning." This morning's weather warning is for snow tonight. Where we live, we are always on the very edge of "it might." We sit on the line—literally, a line on the weather map—that divides the snow from the cold rain for tomorrow.
Yesterday we had just a dusting of snow. But this was enough for schools on one side of us to be delayed and schools on the other side of us to close for the day. I just enjoyed watching it fall for an hour or so.
But while I am inside where it's warm, Daddy-O must always be out in the elements. The cows must eat. Feeding them is even more important when the weather is bad. He loads hay on the front and the back of the orange tractor and heads toward the pasture where the cows are for the winter. Every day he goes down that road.
And the cows are always glad to see that tractor arriving. Tomorrow morning they might be even MORE excited to see him. If the weatherman is right, it is supposed to be our biggest weather event of the winter. About 3-7 inches of snow. Yes, 3-7 inches is considered major. We have watched the enormous snow amounts in the northeast with fascination and with gratitude. Gratitude that we call a few inches of snow a major event. Gratitude that we don't live where snow is measured in feet.
Today we will enjoy the sun while we run a few errands to get ready for the snow. Tomorrow if we do wake up to a snow-covered pasture, we will be ready. And by Friday, it should be mostly melted. I love where we live.