The weekend snow storm was so full of beauty. Yes, it meant we couldn’t get the fence work done we’d planned on, but we got such a gift of moisture and the big fat flakes falling straight  down with no wind was a rare treat. It began where I teach in the afternoon, but had been snowing at home when I’d left that morning.

We hauled hay to cattle on about a fifty mile round trip, slow on very sloppy roads, stopping to have coffee with our good friends and neighbors and making our way back home in the afternoon. Sunday morning, we woke to more snow and hauled hay for a second round to some of our heifers.

By Sunday afternoon, most of the snow was melting into the grasses and wheat crop and the yard was a

What a happy altered book!

muddy-pond kind of mess. Yesterday, some of my students wrote about how their weekend plans were ruined by the weather…they threatened to burn my innocent snow tree that sits on the table by my desk, quietly and gracefully wishing for snow. Sometimes, some of my students have no spirit of adventure!