This is what my thermometer read this morning. Now, mind you its 8:15, so the temperature has already risen a bit in the past hour or so. Normally, I've already done all my outdoor, morning chores by now, but I'm waiting for it to get above 10.
The chickens are feeling it. A few of them have some frostbite on their combs. It isn't bad, but must be kind of painful. I'll be going out to attempt to put some vaseline on them, to prevent further damage. Their eggs are freezing in a very short time, so we have to be quick or they end up frozen and cracked.
Toby loves the snow and is thrilled to be home, but even he doesn't want to be out for long.
The water dripping off the house splashes up into the most beautiful designs.
The trees look pained. Like arthritic fingers, brittle from the cold.
Reaching for the sun and whatever warmth they can get.
The garden sits, lonely, waiting for Spring.
See who else is strolling over at the Quiet County House