Another day, another ray of hope….
but alas; dampened by another snow shower or ten; & I’m still stuck here on the Ffarm with no prospect of getting back into the Big Wide World, any time soon. I’m just sooo glad I meticulously prepared for this nasty bout of weather. However, it’s a little disheartening when just as a thaw seems to be setting in, the evening arrives & the ground freezes, as hard & as white as the quartz crystal seams streaming just beneath the Ffarm’s shallow soil on Parc Carreg Gwen.
Then the new day begins: inevitably, rough weather (today something a little novel & vivifying at least; a violent storm with thunder, lightning & hail which had the cats leaping in fear beneath the bedclothes whilst I – in equal, stumbling, half-awake terror – headed in the opposite direction: scrambling a sturdy coat over ruffled pyjamas & heading out to check on our heavily-pregnant caprine charges).
But whilst the clouds are still thickly scudding, there’s the hint of a promising, welcome thaw….which – depressingly – every lunchtime, unfailingly degenerates into the first flurry of fresh snow; before setting in for a few hours, undoing all the good work of the morning’s less frigid temperatures.
By late afternoon the clouds clear & the skies are a cool, cool blue, again; just in time for the next frost to set in….
All this I observe, whilst quietly, steadily, trudging my way through the chores.
Groundhog Day, again….