Window on Cherry Pie Lane

I am still wondering how in the world a giraffe can eat the leaves of an Acacia tree. Their tongues have to be mighty tough. I wouldn’t want to run into one of these trees in the middle of the night. Our storm is over, but now the wind start blowing. Feeding cattle was not a treat this morning. The wind would drift our tracks shut as soon as we drove. I am afraid the only way I am going to get out is for the big snow blower vehicle to come out of the shed. You can’t do that on our 1 mile road until it quits blowing, as it will drift right in again. Such is  life in rural Montana.

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