Summer is Getting Shorter
We went to bed last night to the sound of rainfall. It poured all night long. Then this morning, it was eerily quiet.
We pulled the curtains and there they were, big wet blobs of snow falling out of the clouds at a high rate of speed.
Snow? Now? Ugh.
The internet went out, the power blipped, and there was nothing left to do except bake a cake. The snow finally stopped this afternoon. It’s melting away as I type and I’m just hoping that’s the last of the white stuff for a few months. We’ve got calves to brand.
Summer can you hear me? Summer do you see me? Summer can you find me here in Wyoming?