I woke up this morning to HAY. My friend and neighbor, Clifford, delivered a round bale and some squares while I was in Lynchburg for music lessons.
I couldn't see it when I got home, because it was already dark. It was a wonderful feeling to look out and see hay inside its feeder.
As you can see, our scary storm turned out to be just hype. It's not the weatherman's fault, snow was actually over us all day and night. It was just too dry to make it to the ground. That's ok with me. I wasn't looking forward to having no power.
It's funny how something so small, like hay, can bring us joy. I love having a garage full of hay. So do the goats and donkeys.
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