Snowfall in Central Texas happens every few years, but it rarely lives up to the forecasts we read online. Most years, if you’re lucky, we get a dusting that lingers on the ground for a few hours and then quickly melts. All in all, winters here are moderate, but every once in a while, we are gifted with the real deal. Today was one of those days, and the livestock is just as shocked as we are. Stepping outside, what I noticed first was the silence, then I was awed by the sheer size of the flakes drifting down and blanketing the fields and trees. The chickens are sheltering in the hay barn, the cows are clustered under trees, and the dogs are digging trenches in the snow with their noses as they explore the new landscape with me. John and the cats are napping inside, and all is at peace on the ranch. The snowfall feels like a gift, a cleansing of sorts, a harbinger of better days ahead.
-Molly