Some of the lambs were up extraodinarily early this morning with shouts of "IT'S SNOWING! IT'S SNOWING!" Indeed, it is. As I look out the window, The Boy is on top of the van scraping snow for an avenge from last year. I'm leary of walking out as I am afraid I know who the victim will be. It is a quite hilarious story. Maybe I will tell you about it, after I go milk that cow. That nasty stuff that passes as store-bought milk looks pretty good about right now from my warm chair with the aroma of bread in the oven and snow covering everything, including the cow, outside.