11/24/2024
**Life on the Farm: Winter Wonderland (or Nightmare?) Edition**
Ah, winter on the farm—where everything becomes a Hallmark card until reality smacks you with a snowstorm the size of your credit card bill after Christmas. It starts innocently enough. You wake up to a blanket of white, the kind of pristine scene that makes you think, *“I live in a snow globe!”* But by 9 a.m., that snow globe feels more like a shaken-up disaster movie.
First up, the horses. They’re lined up at the gate, snorting steam like angry dragons, glaring at you as if *you* personally summoned the weather.
Blankets? Ha! They’re half on, half off, because someone (*looking at you, Arthur*) decided to turn a perfectly good winter turnout into a chew toy. Wes is glaring, clearly saying, *“Fix it. Now.”*
Then there are the mini donkeys. These guys don’t “do” snow. Oh no, they’re standing under the lean-to, pouting like overdramatic toddlers, refusing to move unless you deliver snacks. And not just hay—*snacks*. Have you ever tried reasoning with a mini donkey? It’s like negotiating with a toddler who missed naptime but has the stubbornness of a seasoned lawyer.
By midday, you’ve shoveled 18 paths, fallen twice, and questioned all your life choices. But then, as the sun sets and the snow turns to glitter, the farm quiets. The horses munch their hay, the donkeys are finally satisfied with their snack demands in a warm cozy stall, and Murphy is passed out on the couch. You look around and think, *“Okay, I guess I wouldn’t trade this for anything.”*
Until tomorrow. When the wind swept impassable roads and someone inevitably knocks over a water trough.
Winter on the farm: it’s magical, maddening, and somehow exactly where you’re meant to be.
