It's January 21 and -3 outside this morning. Since the first snow storm on December 3, we have had a good hard winter upon us. Snow has covered the ground most of that time and even a blizzard roared through the area on December 12th. We have had mornings where the fog from overnight has frozen leaving the farm looking like an ice crystal palace in the perfectly still morning. Those are the most amazing mornings on the farm when the only thing keeping you from staying outside is the single digit temperatures turning your fingers into icicles.
It is perfectly quiet except for the hard crunch of the snow under your boots. Not a bird, not a car, nothing. And then the first very faint morning breeze begins midmorning and the delicate crystals of ice and snow begin to fall slowly to the ground. And by noon, every leaf, branch and twig are completely naked once again and all evidence of the inspiring morning scene is gone.
