poplar road

We went for a walk out to the back acreage to bring the llamas apples after our first breakfast (both of us were up well before dawn). There was about 3" of snow on the ground – the sqeaky, fluffy but not crystalline kind of snow that is perfect for making snowmen. When I was a kid and we got this kind of snow I built forts, and I would stay out for hours, as long as I could see and still move my fingers. This morning the snow has fallen from the trees and it must be warmer out there – everything is dripping. But I'm looking forward to another good trudge out to visit Smoky and Supper. Smoky, who is "wild" and doesn't know what they are, ignored the apples yesterday, but the genial and curious Supper came over and devoured them, one after another, rolling them on the snow to get a good grip with his teeth, and then rolling them in his mouth until he could crush them.

We had a relaxing day, an excellent dinner, and Richard got to take out the Mog and test the snow blower on our driveway. No call from the client at the ski resort, though, so I think we're staying home today. Which is fine, I'm enjoying lounging around for a bit. I tried composing this entry last night after Richard went to bed, but the combination of turkey, butter tarts, falling snow and the glow from the Christmas tree made me so sleepy, I gave up halfway through and went to bed. This morning I'm up early, ready to go out and play.... Life is good.