This is what greeted me on my way to work in the scale house this morning. It means no picking corn today.
This is our old milk house. The chimney vents the sauna stove. Yes, that is right, an old time sauna with heated rocks and buckets of water.
I guess this means an end to the swimming season.
But at least the frost and snow has stopped the Invasion of the Wild Cucumber.
So what to do? Why not a walk around the block? (My block is seven miles around)
Skunk, The Cat will follow us for at least a mile.
Scooter loves the snow. He also loves pheasants, who are not so hot on him.
I never tire of prairie views.
We take our time and two hours later we are almost home and it is still snowing.