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In which the only thing good about the weather is there's less of it

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Desperate times call for desperate measures.


It's finally starting to melt. 

We are starting to see colors other than grey and white, which helps, a little.


We've been able to get out an around on the roads now for almost a week. 

Okay, no.  Four days.

Okay, no.  MY car was able to get out four days ago.  Jim's and Monica's were pretty stuck until Thursday.

I didn't even look at the forecast today until I'd gone for lunch with the Suspects (tea helps everything, but Thai soup is best for depression) and ridden my horse.



Then I looked at the forecast:




Somebody wake me up when it's April.



In which rain is always my preference when it comes to winter weather

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Foxie Loxie is the only one on the farm who still thinks this white stuff is fun.




I haven't been to the gym in a week, and I haven't missed it, either:  there's too much work around here that requires lifting, carrying, and pushing heavy loads.


Yesterday, we finished all the chores with an hour or two of daylight to spare, and Monica and I were both getting stir-crazy.

"Let's get out the snowshoes!" she said.

So we did.




Um, the Dragon has never seen these foot contraptions before, and she was suspicious.





She followed us around the pasture for a while









...and then, she decided that I had wasted enough time tromping around. 









It was time for me to do something about this white stuff in her pasture!




My mom asked if she rampages like this all day.  The answer is "no."

When I'm not there as an audience, she spends hours sulking near the gate, moving between her pile of hay, the water tank, and her pouting place.





She puts on the show for me, to try to mo…

In which I'm not the only one who disapproves of ongoing sn*w

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A few days ago, I waded out to the middle of the pasture  to take a picture of our house covered in sn*w,  but something kept walking behind me and blocking the light.




Today, things look different.



The Draconic Rampage (TM) continues.








And there you have it:  the reason I don't just "hop up on my horse and ride around the pasture."


Well, that and I'm not a big fan of sitting on her big soggy purple blanket.  It's dry on the inside, but I have to swap out blankets every day or two when the weather is so wet and white.  The barn aisle is full of frozen blankets right now.


The chickens disapprove as well.


We have less of the stuff on the ground than we did a few days ago, but it's falling again--and the whole region is prepping for a major Sn*wpocalypse.


The forecasters have been busy.  Apparently, the sn*w falling today is just the beginning--and there is at least one, possibly two or more, storms incoming.  My library closed early today (I had the day off anyhow),…

In which it's still here and glaring at it doesn't seem to get it gone

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Make it stop!!!!


lytha in Germany referred to the "map of school sn*w closures", and she's right:  at 3" of white stuff, we shut down the entire county.  Both King and Snohomish Counties are essentially closed down today--no schools, no libraries, busses on reduced schedules. 





I heard that the feed store in Everett opened today and people who hadn't planned ahead sufficiently were all but dogsledding in to pick up pellets and propane this morning.




Foxie Loxie thinks that sn*w is wonderful fun.









Fiddle obviously spent time outside last night.







Clean, dry, heavier blanket on, and out she goes into the wild white yonder.



 First stop: