Perhaps
if we lived in a colder climate, I wouldn't love snow so much. As
it is, our farm is in a perfect spot for snow. We see it every
year, but don't get bored of endless white expanses. Good snows
like this one that are packable and deep
come perhaps once a year. So even though the snow plow skipped
our little road Thursday morning, I'm sure the outside world will be
scraped and clear by Monday at least.
Sure, snow makes a little
extra work on the farm, but not much. I went out this morning to
sweep off the quick hoops and bee-hive entrances. The quick hoops
were mostly in good shape, although I did damage the fabric a bit with
the broom before I got a good handle on how to leave a tiny layer of
snow behind to protect the cloth. The one quick hoop made of smaller PVC pipes bowed a little under the weight, but sprang back into shape post-sweeping.
Our chickens generally
stay in during snowy weather. Mark is a good farmer who almost
always remembers to toss a tarp over the chicken tractor
before a snow, so they have a bit of bare ground to explore. I
think they spend the day napping, though, and waiting for it to be over.
Once my chores were done,
I stole half an hour to make a garden-spirit snow woman. Oregano,
echinacea, red raspberry, and fig detritus gave her some character,
along with a homegrown carrot. Maybe she'll give us a boost for
the upcoming gardening season.