No this post isn’t about exotic dancers despite the title, its about snow and it’s ability to fall in the spring catching you kind of unaware even though you saw the storm forecast on TV, or on your computer, or even by the more reliable method of your neighbor saying “Hey its going to snow tonight.” That’s how I found out about todays storm. I stopped  at the neighbors and Sophie said “Hey it s going to snow tonight.” and sure enough here it is. Six inches, all over the yard, the cars, the steps, (you have to shovel that stuff you know) and more importantly the ground that surrounds our little ranch. We’ve been in a drought here in the northern mountains for a long, long time and it has been way too dry, the kind of dry where you don’t even want to get in a fight with your spouse because the heat might set the woods on fire, kind of dry. Lest you think I’m whining about shoveling snow, well maybe a little, think again, because I’m not. In the immortal words of one of our ex-presidents I repeat his phrase “Bring it on!” as I head out the door hoping the shovel handle is sticking out of the snow so I can get at those steps. The buffalo are a lot like me, shaggy, big, hairy and they are also like that Honey Badger of YouTube fame, http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nggAj0cxLro (warning off-color language) they just don’t care. They don’t care about snow, about you standing in their way, about whether the calendar says spring or not, they just put their heads down and plow through it. Just like I’m going to do, just as soon as I find that shovel.