After weeks of unusually mild weather, 60 degree days and flowers in bloom, it began to snow last night. There’s not a lot, but it’s been enough to put any thought of spring on hold. Rather, it’s like rewinding the clock suddenly to the last week of December.
It, apparently, is opposite day.
I went out to toss some greens for the chickens. They all ran inside the coop.
I called the dogs in for breakfast. They ran away.
It’s snowing and wet. But the goats are out and the horses are in the barn.
I called the dogs again and found that Luna is a wet, muddy mess and Copper is clean and dry.
I tossed some hay in the pasture and the goats ran away.
A hen crowed like a rooster, the rooster made noises like a hen that laid an egg.
I called the dogs yet again, and the horses left their feed and came running to me.
I fear this day will not turn out well. Will the cats start barking next? Obey commands like “sit” and “stay”. Will the horses eat fir branches and turn their noses up at carrots? Will Dexter meow?
Everything is backwards today. Perhaps I should go back to bed and pray that life will be back to normal when I get up again.