We’re learning that forecasts are unpredictable around here.
Snow was predicted for the area, but there’s just no way of knowing whether we’ll get it or the city will get it or nobody will get it.
Sometimes we miss the snow altogether. It’s been a particularly dry winter.
But we’ve learned to plan for the worst if it’s even a remote possibility–extra firewood in the house, extra gasoline for the four-wheeler, plow back on, push broom accessible to remove snow from the hoophouse, etc.
I’m glad we did.
And I’m so happy to be right where we are.