I wondered several times in the last few days – following voluminous snow and relentless, high wind – why I don’t just curl up where it is warm. I guess you just gotta love cows which need feed regardless of snow everywhere in our part of the world this week. The sun’s out, the cows are in behind the trees out of the wind, and blessed I am at the birth of 2020! I trust you are too. Maybe our trails will cross, or even run parallel sometime this year!
