snow day

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Don’t ask me what she’s doing – she has an inside to go to.

This is Bess.  You know Bess.  She’s the cutie at the top of my blog every time you visit.  Hard to believe, time certainly flies.  Today Bess is a goofy mother-to-be, and a carbon copy of her eccentric mother Bling.

Yesterday during the snow storm I had to deliver fresh hay to the Ladies. Lots of it.  They’re hoovering through their hay twice as fast as usual and the streams are all frozen so it’s been a bit rugged around here.

Thankful for small blessings like tractors that start, hot running water and new hay bales not coated in a one-inch-thick crust I have to chip open (Note to self: devote a post to that muscle-soring ridiculousness), I round the corner and this is what I see:

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What?? Are you kidding me?

IMG_2586Whew! All is fine, just a little nutty.

Teenagers!

Check out these other snowy days:

in which we hear it for the boys

in which we decide we like it

in which we reflect on the beauty of a long winter’s nap

in which we laugh: good golly miss molly!