I just got in from morning chores. We got six or eight inches of snow in the night—it’s blowing around a lot, so it’s hard to say for sure. It’s lovely to finally see some significant (for us) snow this winter!
Our barn, while being picturesque, is in something of a state of disrepair: the siding needs to be replaced, and has large gaps that have allowed the NW wind to create snowdrifts in the sheep and goat stalls, making it hard for me to feel completely relaxed during any weather events that involve wind. This morning, however, I was reminded yet again of how hardy animals really are. The lambs were warm and bouncy, completely unfazed by the little piles of snow on the floor, and even the goats—who are definitely winter lightweights—were completely cozy and comfortable.
I wish I could stop worrying so much; since the pneumonia episode, I seem to feel like it’s only my constant, unremitting vigilance that keeps all the animals alive. Like if I relax for one minute, bam!—they’ll all be dead. I suppose I’ll get over this, but it’s kind of exhausting in the meantime.
So we’re supposed to go to Asheville today. My sister and her family, including my new niece, whom I have not met yet are up from Atlanta, and we’re meeting at my dad’s for chili. However, there hasn’t been a snowplow by this morning, and it’s supposed to snow all day, and tonight, and I must admit, I’m feeling a little iffy about the trip—not so much the trip there, but the the ride home tonight. We’ll see.