When I looked outside this morning, a blizzard was in full effect. Okay, well, it was a mini-Ozark style blizzard, but a pretty snowy morning all the same. The horses were waiting to eat breakfast, and when I went out to feed them, I noticed all the individual flakes on Comanche's black spot. So tiny and perfect. He didn't care about the artistic flakes he sported, he just wanted his food, though.
All the pretty little snowflakes are melted already, so I couldn't get a good picture of them.This picture is of the stacked rocks that make up the foundation for our old house. You can also see one of the hand-hewn beams under the house. The rest of the house is so degraded beyond being feasible to restore, so we're building a new house. But I'd like to use some of the beams and things that can be salvaged later on a barn or shop.
