The last time I can remember seeing snow in amounts like this was the winter of 1985. I was a little girl with red pigtails and freckles, trudging through several feet of snow the several blocks to school. We had recently moving into "town" from the farm on the river. It was a novelty to me to be able to walk to school instead of riding a bus for an hour each way. I remember being delighted with the deep snow and digging snow caves in the large drifts along the street in front of our old, stone house. Fast forward thirty years....
In the three years I have lived here they have never had a snow day at the school. Until today. They sent the rugrats home early yesterday when it appeared this storm was actually going to produce what the weather man predicted. It was coming down hard on top of the foot or so of snow that we already had from last weeks little storm. My oldest boy walked across the street to grandma's when they were let out and he has been there ever since.
Technically, I could get off the farm if I really had to. The neighbor/guitar playing cowboy has been able to stop by and check on us and made it back out to the highway in his big ol' ranch truck. But since the tractor is completely stuck in the farm yard and I would need to dig a path with the tractor before I try to make it out, I'm saying we're pretty well snowed in.
I'm even taking advantage of it. I have taken the time to carefully tuck away all of the Christmas décor for the year. I managed to actually sit and sip coffee, while reading a great book with a hound dog at my feet! Squeezed in a little home organization in my mud room and peacefully watched the prairie chickens running on top of the snow drifts and roosting in the trees in the pasture.
My little boys have been happily playing with their new train set and Lincoln logs they got for Christmas. When they get antsy I just fire up another bubble bath and they are happy as clams. My big boy is enjoying some grandma time over in town and life is good.
Of course, once a day I have to dress up like an eskimo and figure out how to get the critters fed. Yesterday the old blue truck managed to break through the drifts well enough to get around and deliver hay bales. Today I wasn't so lucky. I spent and hour and a half trudging around in thigh high snow to get some feed to my critters.
I should've asked Santa for some snow shoes instead of Tin Haul boots this year!
I hope it's a beautiful day wherever you are!
Stay warm y'all,