I mean, it's not like I've slipped through a random crack in the space/time continuum, and it's really February again, right?
Because, when I woke up this morning and looked out the back door, this is what I saw:
The animals, all of whom have lost their winter coats by now, were looking at us humans like this was somehow our fault (when we all know it's really Bush's fault). Daughter built a snowman:
(which, uh, had a rather embarrassing skin condition apparently). Then she came inside to drink some hot apple cider and watch A Charlie Brown Christmas (I kid you not), which somehow managed to get left out months ago after I packed away all the other Christmas videos and DVDs. Listening to Linus plinking out "Jingle Bells" on his piano and hearing Lucy say, "Of all the Charlie Browns in the world, you're the Charlie Browniest" was extremely jarring somehow, with summer only weeks away. I told the husband it was like eating liver pate' for dessert - just plain wrong.Fortunately, yesterday, we were able to visit the Grand Canyon Deer Farm with our 4-H Clover Kids group before the snowstorm moved in.
No, shy, timid wallflowers, these ungulates. Especially when the nearest human has a handful of deer treats.
Yeah, so I got a hump. What's it to you?
Okay, okay. I get the picture. No donkey treats. Sheesh.
Maybe I should have taken the reindeer as a sign that all would soon turn funky in the world of Northern Arizona weather.
Course, I got me some goat love, which means that even a spring blizzard can't bring me down.
