Tom took some photos while he and I hiked around the ranch, so, Trudy, here you go. It really is a Winter Wonderland.
We were glad the propane truck was able to get in since we were running a bit low.
That's Earl, the delivery driver, braving the elements to deliver our propane. I gratefully sent him on his way with a mug of Raspberry Zinger tea and a bag of Trader Joe's trail mix.
Here's the view, looking north toward the beaver dam along the creek.
Ms. Pearl decided she didn't want to wade across the creek.
I miss our steers. Tom doesn't, though, because they tended to destroy his targets and knock over the park benches scattered around the ranch.
Ms. Pearl wants you to know that she didn't need a coat because she just keeps moving and that generates heat. Besides, there's nothing quite so invigorating as rolling around in the snow for a snow bath.
We have a few more days of snow and that's just fine. This is the trade-off for mild, low-80's summers, and for that, we are glad.
Looking south. That's me and Ms. P walking across the front pasture.