Merry Christmas from the farm.
Needless to say, the snow shoeing so far this festive season really sucks! I did a lot of work improving the bush section of my snowshoe/hiking trail and I'm really chomping at the bit to get out there. With all the rain (and deer hunters)this fall I haven't been on the trail much lately. Jonah and I have been taking our walks on the concession road, to keep out of the mud.
The barnyard is a muddy mire. Thankfully there are high ground areas, and a dry barn for the sheep and goats. And, more thankfully, we haven't received as heavy rain as the folks in UK where many sheep farms have been virtually washed away.
For many years, when I lived in the big smoke, I hosted a formal Christmas Eve dinner for my siblings and parents. DW would always excuse herself later in the evening to attend Midnight Mass. There were several years where green Christmas threatened, and each year this happened we implored DW to pray for snow. And each of those years it did indeed snow before DW returned from Mass.
That was then, of course. Now my parents and all but one sibling have passed on. My surviving brother and I had lunch the other day at Boston Pizza. And as of this year there is no Midnight Mass. These things don't bode well for the miraculous arrival of Christmas snow!
Nevertheless, we'll put in a special request to the Mighty Manitou qt the 5 p.m. service tonight and see what happens.
I hope you have snow, but not too much, wherever you are....