On all the surrounding farms, the sound of chainsaws is echoing off the hillsides. I count at least three, and we'll add ours to the mix shortly as everyone's firewood piles have dwindled precipitously and we're once again looking at lots of SNOW.
We've closed the door to the chicken run and the chickens are snugged in with feed and water, but wondering where their sunrise went.
We've moved the cows into the close-by pasture and made a covered pile of handy hay bales at the gate.
We're looking at the possibility of a two-dog night, here, just off the one-lane road, and the weather forecast out of NOAA Weather in Roanoke, gives us "in-the-pink" status...and that ain't good!
They're calling for four to eight inches of the white stuff on frozen ground. That means it starts to stick with the first flake. Temperatures are once again plummeting and there's more to come.
I'm going with homemade chicken soup tonight using last night's leftovers with a jar of last year's tomatoes added for good measure. We renewed our library books by phone yesterday, so we're all set in that department. We have oil lamps to read by should the power fail. With the woodpile replenished, we can sit snug as two bugs in a rug, and let it snow, let it snow, let it snow!!
Have a lovely weekend, everyone!