As Promised...

 

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.

 

 

Christmas Day at Mountain Glen Farm