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| Cottonwood Butte in the distance |
“It’s
going to get colder next week,” said Mike Thursday evening.
“Then
we should go to the farm and drain the pipes,” I replied.
We
each opened our weather apps and discussion commenced. He suggested we could go
Saturday afternoon when he’s back from hunting. “You might be tired,” I replied.
“How about Sunday morning?”
“It
could be precipitating then,” said Mike. “Why don’t we just go tomorrow
morning?”
And
so, we were on the road at 7:50 this morning. There was fog along the river,
and we drove carefully because the road appeared frosty. As we climbed the
Gilbert Grade, we rose above the fog into the sunshine. It was a beautiful but
cold day at the farm – 28 when we got there, 31 when we left.
Mike
built a fire in the fireplace for our next visit. We turned on the wall furnace,
but the fan wouldn’t run. You know how it is – always something. No mice in
traps, but one of them had been triggered. The rodents are still active in the
yard, but I didn’t take time to bait the holes.
Once
the pipes were drained, Mike and Bess set out for a brief hike-hunt. They didn’t
see any birds, but they did see Blaze the Horse on the far edge of the south
field. Mike left a message at the sheriff’s office requesting an update.
I
gathered up laundry and traded the jack-o-lantern lights in the kitchen window
for a string of holiday M&M lights. Then I went out to take pictures. I saw
evidence that Blaze has been hanging out under one of the apple trees at the
pond, but we couldn’t see that he has visited the yard.
Our
visit was over all too soon, but without water and heat, there was no reason to
stay. We had lunch back at the town house, and then Mike spent an hour blowing
maple leaves into a pile. KW
They were predicting some snow, but it seems to be disappearing from the forecast, which is kind of sad. However, I'm sure many, many people are cheering because they have distances to travel and would prefer bare, dry roads. However, it *is* rather cold!
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