Just a note from Winter Wonderland

 

The view from my front porch

Last night Big Boss read a post somewhere in cyberpace where the author stated how eager he was to see snow.  Well, mister, we’ve got it!!  Not as much as we were told we’d have, but enough.  Big Boss would like to punch the guy who anticipated the white stuff with glee.  He and #2 Son and #3 Son have been out in the lovely stuff all day now..since around 5am.  Oh, it’s pretty but then I get to sit inside all day, making my candy, cleaning little toys, answering the phone.  They are out in it cleaning out bunks so the cattle can eat.  Putting out hay so the new calves hopefully don’t get sick from wet cold fluffy precipitation.  Clearing roads so everyone can get to the feedyard and then home.

There was about 6″ of snow in all but the wind blew all night and here on the plains, when the wind blows and there’s snow on the ground or coming down, you get drifts.  Huge drifts!  Drifts up to the bottom of my window.  I’ve heard tales about the snow coming so hard, so fast, so much and the wind blowing that house were literally covered up.  I haven’t seen that yet but close. 

 In 1978, my first winter here on the farm, we had the worst winter on record.  Ever.  Of course.  Wouldn’t you know that winter, I was living in a 14×70 mobile home that sat smack dab in the middle of an open pasture.  And had a 5yr old and a 2 yr old.  With snow drifting through the windows and doors.  I’m serious.  Big Boss finally got some heavy-duty plastic and taped up the entire north side of our house inside and out.  The snow still got through. 

We dug our way out of the house to the car, where Big Boss and his dad then cleared the road with the tractor all the way to town so we could go to church.  Those were the good old days.  And it stayed thus until the next April..it all started in October that year.  I nearly kissed the green grass as it came up that Spring! And then had a huge blubonnet attack….

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6 Responses to Just a note from Winter Wonderland

  1. bccmee says:

    That looks rather pretty. I am one of those freaks who likes the snow. There is something magical about it. Every time the snowplow passes by my apartment in the winter, I run to the window like a little kid. It’s so ingrained a habit that it’s difficult to resist even when I’m on the phone or have a visitor!

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  2. mesmered says:

    And I thought our winters were bad! Tropical by comparison. But from a place in the world where snow is rare in winter, it does look lovely. Our snow looks more like frost on the ground.
    Husband and No 1 Son are at the sheepyards finishing up the pre-Christmas fly-strike jetting! It’s about 18 balmy degrees Celsius, short-sleeves, blue skies but big fluffy white clouds. Promise of MORE rain. Nooo!!!

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    • The Queen says:

      Plus you live close to the ocean…natch! Well, I do have to say it’s pretty to look at, but I was actually OUT in the wet stuff today and ick, what a mess. But we’re thankful for the moisture! My first snow here I thought, “Wow, this is just like Dr. Zchivago Land!”

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  3. Myna Copeland says:

    I’m so glad I found your blog! The picture is beautiful, but it looks sooo cold! You guys have a wonderful Christmas and a Happy New Year!

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  4. The Queen says:

    MYNA!!! I’m glad you found me too. And it IS cold. Hitting 15 right now. But it warmed up enough to melt a little of the snow this afternoon. But the kids are loving it…no school and this was a perfect sledding snow. Thinking about getting my sled out in the AM!

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