I love this weather! Finger-numb, frozen-face cold mornings; the farm and surrounding countryside is bleached by frost and ice until the first ray of sun spears a low shaft of rose-gold light through the filigree of shilloueted branches.
I love this weather! I revel at the crack and crunch of frozen water, leaves and mud underfoot. An invisible ice-glaze coats the yards and dogs, humans and bobcat slip-slide in comic ballet of uncontrolled glissades; astonished looks of surprise across their faces (not the bobcat, but certainly the driver’s!)
I love this weather! The cattle huff clouds of warm vapour-white breath across the cow palace; their dark chestnut coats are spangled with glistening beads of moisture. The cold has made them impatient for their morning feed.
I love this weather; I feel alive!