We're snowed in on the farm today. School is cancelled. When I left work yesterday I told them that if the kids were at home then I would be too, so for me, work is cancelled. We're tucked in, safe, warm, and we have food and firewood. What else do we need to survive a stormy day?
Rubber boots. We called them barn boots where I grew up. They're good for shoveling.
Below is a picture of my driveway. I know it's not a great picture, but it makes a point. Snow plow. One needs a snow plow on a snowy day. A neighbor is coming over sometime later today to clear the driveway. I told him there was no hurry because, well, I have no where to go and I'm kinda lovin' that.
Children are helpful to have around on a snowy day. They're good with shovels. They shovel, I take pictures. It works out very well.
You don't need garbage or compost on a snowy day but I was struck this morning that even those two things don't seem so ugly when they're covered up by snow.
Wash me and I will be whiter than snow.
Whiter than snow, yes whiter than snow.
Yes, wash me and I will be whiter than snow.
Even a pile of chicken poop can be white. I think deep theological truths could be discovered here, but I'm going to let you dig them out.
I'm going to close my eyes and pretend that I'm Ma Ingalls surviving a harsh prairie winter in my sod house. Charles (aka Farmer Boy) is off hunting, providing for his family.
I remember on many of the TV episodes Ma Ingalls (Caroline) walks into town carrying her basket of eggs to give to Mrs. Olsen. I wish I could do that. Saunter into town with a basket of eggs. Do you think I look like Caroline? Anyway, I'm losing myself. I wonder if Caroline's chickens looked like this.
They probably did. No wonder they never showed them on TV. However, I'm slightly fascinated by my feathered friends. I wonder why that is? They're not attractive or endearing. They stink. That brown one above pecking at the feeder has a cold. It was sneezing last night when I went in to feed them and again this morning. Chicken sneezes sound a lot like petite lady sneezes - polite, quick, unoffending. Weird I know, but true.
Well, the day marches on here at the farm. My sod house needs picked up and attended to. There is mending, ironing and a basket of eggs that needs to be carried into town.