Minus the snow, yesterday was a repeat of the day before. That is to say, cold. Beau came to put a stop-block on the coop door. Standing outside while he worked, even in direct sunlight I was chilled, and when the only big cloud floated in front of the sun, the temperature plummeted. The rest of the clouds in a blue, blue sky looked like cotton balls on a stage set, hardly moving.
Not expecting anyone, it was startling when the doorbell rang in the afternoon. Preferring to err on the side of caution, I peered out before opening the door and saw the "Wells-Fargo Wagon" (Fed-Ex) drive away. There on the porch step was a care package from my friend Kit "to help with cabin fever." Two kinds of English muffins and a jar of strawberry jam. As they say, three guesses what I had for dinner and the first two don't count. Warmth from friendship beats sunshine every day.
Clay is coming up today, so it's going to be another great day.