We didn’t get any snow last year, and thought we had escaped this winter as well. Until Thursday in the middle of the day, when the heavens opened and did not stop till Saturday night. So out here in the foothills we have about a foot and a half. Miraculously, a road grader came along and pushed a lot of snow to the side on Friday. Imagine that –plowing little old Killin road with only five or six houses along its entire length. On Sunday, the temperature rose above freezing and the melt began. But we have mountains of snow and it won’t be gone any time soon. John got the tractor out and scraped a track out to the road. We might make it to that 50th anniversary Beatles concert after all!
Bud thinks it is lots of fun.