He begins his day before most arise, trying to plan the financial side. Office work must be done early you know…you never know where the day might go. Then he gets a bite to eat as the sun and wind meet his coat and feet. On the way to the shop, he works a path through the snow and hopes the tractor will start. So many hungry mouths relying on that plan, lets pray there won’t be a delay and the wind claims the land. If all goes well, there’s only 2 hours to plow and blow…and what a sight to see those lovely eyes glow. He carefully gets that wire gate, and spreads out summer's heavenly hay. Grateful mouths devour the nourishment, his heart full of God's grace…another winter's night is behind them all. A lonely howl is not far, another desperate plea for a meal, you see. 

The once crystal clear mountain stream, so inviting and dear…is now a ridged  ice field, needing his attention. The stock must quench the staggering thirst…created by winter's arid condition. A shovel and pick are all he requires, good thing he has last night's trail to follow. Crags and jags of ice chip away, blue and gray hues drift the neighbors way. 

Somewhere in that frozen white ocean, are tubs of vitamins and minerals for the kine. Maybe in time we can find.