Today I was able to come home early from work.
I took a walk through the park.
Tried to work on one of my blankets but had a little too much help.
And took the chickens a treat.
I've had three eggs this week, despite the cold weather. Barred rocks (the striped chickens) will lay through the winter their first year (edited: and sometimes other years too). I was lucky enough to get a piece of plastic over their run so they've had a nice cozy shelter during our snow storm.
While I was out I noticed one of the last branches of lunaria in the garden. They are becoming even more transparent as they age.
I've been thinking about how snow is rain transformed. The ordinary (for us) made unusual (again, for us). The snow has caused a lot of frustration for people I know, but as it melts away, I still think it is magical...
Now it's time to spin white yarn.