This was the scene yesterday morning after our first bonafide, rip-roarin' storm of the winter. The snow started Tuesday night and fell thick and heavy straight through the day on Wednesday. After driving mostly sideways down Patten Hill to get to the farm for chores Wednesday morning, I got stuck on an unplowed road and had to wait for a town plow truck to bail me out.

The sheep stayed in by choice, happy for snow day. And after I finished chores, and Mike and Fred dealt with plowing and shoveling, we all stayed put for the day.

Storms are dramatic. But I love the day after. Once all the heavy work is done, pausing to admire the bright landscape is peaceful and refreshing.

Encouraging sheep to venture out in deep snow (18+ inches) takes enticement.

Cognac was the snow plow, breaking trail for the other ewes. Yesterday the ewes lounged outdoors in the sun, ensconced in fresh nests of snow.

Hope you all are weathering winter safely and warmly.