On Tuesday the bare earth showed on the trails in the donkey yard. And it was a glorious 50 degrees. Spring was coming... Moods were lifted and people smiled.
And then Mother Nature slammed the door on that hopeful weather and took us back to many inches of snow and bitter cold. When I got home from work on Wednesday and stopped to feed the donks I could barely make my way through the huge drifts -- up to my knees in snow. I do mean it was no mean feat to get to the gate and then to the shed. Holy moly!!
This doesn't show those dandy huge drifts very well, but obviously there's no bare ground any longer. Nope... I barely got the gate open.
It's a tough season this year.