As the morning hours
ticked into afternoon hours, the dark sky grew even darker. The faint view of
the mountains through the fog soon became totally obliterated. The usually clear panorama of our farm diminished
with each progressing minute; resulting in a distinct vision of only a fraction
of reality.
The forceful winds
howled, rattling the windows and doors, shelling ice particles loudly against
the panes of glass.
I was glad that I was
cozy inside; sitting in my recliner, reading.
Occasionally, I would glance out at the winter birds trying to eat at
the feeder without being blown away; many took refuge against the foundation of
the house or in a nearby shrub to enjoy their plunder. Eating, for the birds, was a definite feat
today.
By late afternoon,
the sheep braved their retreat from a clump of red cedars to nibble on the
pasture.
Yesterday, Christmas
Day was pleasant; calm and warm.
Amazing, how one day can produce such a radical change. The forecast weather called for the change;
so, I was not completely caught off guard.
But, a dramatic change for the worst is never really embraced or
welcomed; just accepted. Mother Nature always
reigns.
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| Christmas Day at Mountain Glen Farm |
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