Chores take a little bit longer these days as thawing is added to the regular task of filling water bottles. Last night after everyone was fed and watered I watched a thick fog roll across and off the farm. Blues and greys sparkled off of what remained of our light snowfall the other day and then it was quiet. That eerie kind of quiet, the calm before the storm, the peacefulness which made me wonder what I was in for next. Usually there are critters scurrying or munching in the Christmas trees or the corn piece in front of the house. But the only sounds were of my breathing and the tick of the aluminum ball in the nozzle of the water bottles as the rabbits drank their fill.
I know I worry too much; such is the curse of a Libra. Perhaps I should have just enjoyed the quiet for what it was.
Today is another day and the last of my days off for a spell - the list is long but the woman is mighty.
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