Yesterday I did my chores in just a jacket, no gloves, no hat, just a lined spring jacket and me. I carried water and feed out to the pigs, grateful for the tiny sprinkle of snow that had fallen on top of the deadly ice, the sun warmed the house so the furnace barely burned at all. I turned my face up to the sunshine and stretched my arms up to the blue sky. I stood outside for whole minutes,…
The truth is, I’m done. Done with white, with ice, with winter. I’m done walking on treacherous ice, I’m done wincing against a bitter wind, I’m done with looking at field after field of plain old white. The truth is, my littlest boy is 5 big years old and it just makes me want to grab hold of him and squeeze him close. At night I kiss his cheeks while he sleeps and I have secret wishes in my heart…
There is an old English saying that March “Comes in like a lion and goes out like a lamb.” Well I don’t know about the lamb part (though I think we are all keeping our fingers very firmly crossed on that subject) but the lion part is certainly striking a chord. Looking out of the window on March 1st we saw the above scene, lots of snow falling. It settled through the day, fluffy and light but with a sense…
It was a pretty normal morning around here… For the boys the day began with games in pj’s, some changes needed to be made to the pieces to make them perfect (of course). For Stephen and I it began with farm chores, the regular stuff that needs doing every day. Feeding the pigs and chickens, hauling water and food through the snow, breaking through inches thick ice on this cold, bright morning. Stephen does the milking while I get breakfast…