Winter in Maine offers some weather that makes people who live in warmer climates wonder what we are thinking to live here. We all learn to appreciate cozy moments. Even the animals.
The goat's uneaten breakfast made a snug spot in the sun for Click. He rolled and purred and enjoyed himself. Though there was a bitter cold wind, his fur was warm when I stopped to give him some love.
The goats have a perfectly comfortable house that blocks the wind and boasts deep, dry bedding, but they enjoyed a nap on an island of hay surrounded by snow and ice. Their winter coats are amazingly thick, and they don't seem to mind the cold at all.
We keep the wood stove fed with dry hardwood, and the little dogs take advantage of it.
Chris brings me flowers every week in the winter. When the world outside is cold and white, it makes me happy to see something springy inside our snug house.
It is early February, and this years groundhog predicts an early spring. I have heard a few birds tentatively try out a springtime song. I rather enjoy the cozy days of winter, but admit that I look forward to spring with giddy anticipation.
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