Boy, did the nice weather ever pack up and leave the country! I was sure enjoying our nice winter, but January isn’t exactly noted for being balmy on the northern plains, so, I’m not just.
It’s sure been foggy over a big stretch of country lately. If the old rancher’s tale of 90 days until a weather event holds true, I’m doubly glad to not be calving the end of.
Here it is, the last week of 2023. It’s been a doozy in some ways but I was incredibly blessed in others. In June I got my very first granddaughter. She’s a pistol, too! Oh.
By the time you read this column, Christmas 2023 will be in the rearview mirror. It’s just one more week until we hang up the new calenders for 2024 and start messing up the date.
Some years ago on Christmas Eve, while we were snug in bed, I thought I heard a noise outside, so strange, sleep quickly fled. I nudged Hubby and he said, “Yes I heard it to.