It might seem I'm preoccupied with weather. Down in the valley, bad weather was more of an inconvenience. Up here, dealing with the animals and the property, our lives are pretty much dictated by Nature. Regardless of what we plan, what we can do is determined by her. Tree Guy had planned to fire up the burn piles yesterday. Not. I had planned to get the mower out and whack down the rapidly growing weeds. Not. I still have the barn door to fix. Not. I hope the old girl gets this temper tantrum out of her system soon.