from Idaho

This evening the sun came out just enough to light one of my favorite ranches . . . I love the bright red roofs.  I snapped this picture as we drove by.  From a distance the scene was blue and snowy, with a sliver of bright warm sunlight falling across the buildings.

But tonight it's snowing and cold, about twelve degrees.  All our neighbors have bright red lights glowing from their chicken coops (to keep the feisty little beasts warm).  I'm super-grateful to have taken Chicken Class, otherwise I might have fallen slave to caring for the monsters as well.

Instead I'm cuddled up to the fire, tuning out the endless chatter of my twelve-year-old as I concentrate on writing a short post.  Something about the British Aristocracy . . . :-)