It was wet, thick snow that melted as soon as it landed.
Brett was due to land at 4:45 and the airport is an hour or two (depending on traffic) away. He would be driving home during rush hour, in the rain (which Californians do not know how to navigate well) so I knew it would be close to 7:00 before he was home. I prayed the snow continued to be light and not stick. I was afraid they would close the Ortega Highway which is the road up to the top of our mountain.
Brett called at 5:00 and said he was on the ground waiting for the remote parking lot shuttle. I headed down to the barn to do the evening chores. The snow was still thick and wet, melting into my jacket and gloves. The dogs weren't thrilled with accompanying me to the barn. The goats hadn't left their shed all afternoon and the chickens were all inside their hen house, dry and warm.
Back up at the house, I put the dinner rolls in the oven and started making soup. Brett got home safely just before 7:00.
|Herbed Monkey Bread (its in your book, Lori)|
|Potato leek soup with collard greens and bacon|
The wet snow continued through the evening, changing to hail periodically. I had both wood stoves roaring (one at each end of the house: in the great room and in our bedroom) so we were toasty inside the house. Brett was back home and the animals were all tucked in for the night.
It was a good day.