Normally, on a sunny day you can feel some warmth radiating from the sky. Not now. No, even with the sun brightly shining, there is no warmth to be found.
The ice that clings to the tree branches from Sunday's freezing rain remains - frozen solidly - making the woods seem as though it is half wood, half glass.
As the sun comes up in the morning, everything begins to glisten.
No birds sing these days. All energy must be reserved for staying warm. It's a silent time of year, except for the sound of munching as the animals eat their breakfast.
In spite of the piercing cold, yesterday was a beautiful sunny day.
Life has slowed down for all of the animals.
Their days are punctuated by meals and treats.
And no matter what the weather is, the pigs are game for running to the far end of their yard where the treat box sits on top of the fence. It's the only time they venture from their house these days. It's just too cold, and there is nothing outside for them to eat. Everything is covered by a layer of snow and ice.
Our little valley is lovely at this time of year...
This is such a good representation of the area in which we live... hills and valleys, fields and forests, dotted by small picturesque farms and churches. This is the view from the north-west side of our house. We are lucky in that our house sits at the top of a hill. It's barely visible from any roads which affords us a great amount of privacy.
Needless to say, when we are not outside tending to the animals, we are hibernating indoors. Yesterday I finished a painting that I had started on Monday. It is from a photograph and is the first painting that I am very happy with. I just might frame this one.