I have come to the conclusion that there is no such thing as normality.
That is what makes story-telling such an absorbing task,
the attempt to reduce to order the anarchic raw materials of life.
Evelyn Arthur St. John Waugh
There have been some strange winter weather happenings so far here on the farm. Take yesterday, for instance, it called for snow. Well, as you probably guessed, I was excited. It has been awhile since we have actually had any amount that would require snowshoes and my camera in the bush among the trees. We have had a whole lot of freezing rain days here, especially on Tuesdays for some strange reason. Once again, there is now some snow but a layer of ice lurks below. This makes for tricky maneuvering for all outside work, or fun.
This brings me to the “Wear or not wear thing;” and what lurks below. This post is not about me. This post is all about Red and/or Bossy2 or for that matter any of the girls. Our cows have always been able to figure out how thick their luxurious furry coats should be. Last winter it was very cold and they were ready. The thick layers have always sustained them comfortably through whatever the weather has thrown at them.
Most of you know I spend a lot of time with the girls. I also usually have a hat or two in my pocket. This freezing rain stuff has kept me inside. Instead of “bored” eating this year it seems I have fallen into “bored” knitting. For those of you who are wondering, oh yes, it is a much better thing. I have accumulated quite a few hats. Well, I accumulate, and then have Bossy2 or Red try them on. I then snap a few photos and then send them (the cows, and the hats) on their way.
The other morning as I was just to set a beautiful fuzzy, girly hat on Red I noticed her luxurious head of hair. Then I noticed her thick glossy strawberry blonde coat. Oh my, I was impressed by the softness of it, the thickness of it. The hair on top of her head was styled just right. I had to run my fingers through it. I stuffed the two hats in my pocket and took the time to admire what had been hiding under those hats that I insist they try on.
After a time Red asked me to get on with it, as the drizzle that was coming down was now freezing rain and she needed to get into the bush under a tree. I placed those hats one, by one quickly on her head. Then, off she went to join the others to weather the storm among the cedars.
I made it back up to the house and then I started to wonder what Mother Nature had in store for us for the rest of this winter. You see, the luxurious curly top head of hair and those thick coats the girls wear have never been wrong. I suspect that there is more in our near future than just warmish temperatures and that freezing rain.
Perhaps, some snow and cold will finally come so this farm girl will finally get to dust off her snowshoes.