Well, it's started. We've been hearing about this series of storms coming for a few days but this evening it's started for real. Snow. Snow, snow, snow.
The weather forecasters have been waffling back and forth as to the amounts we'll get before this week is over, but it all adds up to way too much. At first we heard 3 to 5 ft. of snow. Now we've heard anywhere from over 3 ft. to 7 ft. of snow due in throughout the week in a series of systems moving in from off the California coast.
Bummer! Now don't get me wrong...I like snow. I like snow when I can view it from the sunroom windows while sipping my coffee or some hot chocolate...or even a nice glass of wine. But as I have gotten older (and my bones older still) snow and the cold temperatures that come with it are not as welcomed here as they were ten or fifteen years ago. We really do need the moisture and snow really is the best way to get it as it absorbs softly into the ground and doesn't run off like the torrential rains of the summer monsoons. So, I guess I shouldn't really complain about this.
The sheep don't seem to mind the snow, or at least they don't mind it right now. I will reassess that statement after the end of the week. If we do get as much snow as expected (and if we weren't dug out by the guys with the backhoe/skip-loader) , the sheep could just walk over the fencing around the barn. I doubt they would get far. A few steps and a warm day and the crust will give way to even those tiny, light feet the sheep have and I will be digging them out of the snow. If I can get to them. ;) Later this week, if the snow does start piling up, I will make sure all the sheep and chickens are in the barn. They may not like it, but I will as I will know where they are and if they're OK.
I'm hoping that my enforced hibernation will give me the chance to figure out the ins-and-outs of this new blog/website set-up and I'll be able to get photos back up. It's just a learning curve right now. The past few days have been busy with stocking up supplies for this week and next. When you live in an area where you get these deep snows, it's not just the week of the snow arrival you worry about. It's also the week after when you're trying to negotiate parking lots in town that have no parking as space for piling snow had first priority.
So, there's plenty of feed in the barn, the fridge is full, gas in the vehicles and the guys who dig us out of big snows have been alerted. So, it'll be me, the cats and the DH if he stays home, my stack of books, spinning and knitting...
Gee...the more I list the things I could do if we're snowed in is starting to look pretty good! Throw in a few naps and it almost sounds perfect, eh?
And for my friends and family to the North and East of our little mountain town, please be on alert. We'll try to see if most of the moisture will linger here, but I don't think we have the last say in that. Forewarned is forearmed. It's headed your way.