Storm three of the week was still going strong this morning. I spent a couple of hours on the sofa with my coffee contemplating the real world. Today was Hannah’s third snow day of the week. I had to decide if it was going to by my third snow day as well. All I wanted to do was hibernate, yet guilt set in, so I headed into the office.
It was a very slow and slippery four miles to town, but worth it in the end. By the time I arrived home tonight, Paul and Hannah had the whole place plowed and shoveled out. Happy day!
Here are a few of the visitors I enjoyed watching over my coffee this morning.
Love your stories of life on the farm in Maine! Hope you get some warmer sunny days ahead to melt all that snow.
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It looks beautiful, but I know snow can also be a frustration too. Glad you captured the beauty part. It IS beautiful when the Hubby shovels too!