The farm is a winter wonderland. The fence lines are snow drifts, and we’ve carved mazes of walking paths. It feels like real winter out there, with the snow crunching under foot the way it does only when the temperature is well below zero. You can almost watch the water buckets in the barn freeze solid while you are standing there. I love it.
Just after Thanksgiving, we tucked the strawberries to bed for winter under plenty of straw mulch. Despite best efforts of the local deer population, most of them remain covered, now under another foot of snow, so the berries are protected from these artic temperatures. They’re looking forward to June, I imagine.
The first lambs of 2014 arrived a little early, back in December(!), and another arrived yesterday. A photo, for your enjoyment.