It snowed the other day. September 14th. On my dog.
But not on the chickens. They know to cluck and cover.
Naturally J grabbed a butterfly net and a hammer to confront the incoming weather.
The snow then changed tactics, morphing to rain and evading J's net.
It rained like a *insert favorite rural weather simile here.*
Afterwards the sky did a little victory dance.
J figured if you can't beat 'em, join 'em so we danced barefoot on the wet lawn. Which, by the way, is a really good way to get a toddler's grimy little feet clean!
Oh yea, and this all took place over about ten minutes. Really proves that in the Upper Peninsula, if you don't like the weather, just wait...
