Six Below

Six below at 6 am. 32 in the barn. Not too bad. No babies last night. No frozen bundles or shivering babes next to their moms when I ventured out into the barn. Took an hour to do chores moving as quickly as possible. Enya is blaring from Moby Dick, warming up in the driveway. Hope I can get out again. Getting back up the lane was difficult after work last night. Saw neighbor farmer driving by with plow but he never came, thank you very much. Better jump in the tub pronto. Matt is home from Rochester tonight. I know he's tired of room service and those annoying chocolates on his pillow. Back to Reality Bites Farm for him.