It never truly feels like winter on the farm until it snows. Well, my husband would say it feels like winter on the farm when it’s below 30 degrees, because he’s out in it all day, every day. But for the kids and I, it takes a good snow to truly welcome winter. And yesterday we welcomed the old man with open arms and the most snow I’ve seen on the NC/VA line in a “coon’s age,” as my farmer man would say. That basically means a really long time, because evidently coons live a long time. Maybe? I don’t know what it means, actually, but that’s what he says, so now that’s what I say. You know that thing about people starting to look like each other after they’ve been together a while? Well, I don’t know if that’s true for us, but I have definitely picked up on some of his country slang, for better or worse.
When it snows on the farm, the farm still has to “run.” Which means my son and my husband still have to feed silage and hay to the cows and milk our one Jersey, “Stella.” And since our girl is still too little to go and do as much, I “have” to stay home with her. It’s a shame. We “had” to stay in and watch “Elf”, we “had” to make four batches of snow cream and we “had” to make sure the dogs (and us) were warm inside, keeping logs in the wood stove. It’s a hard life for us farm girls, but someone has to keep the home fires burning, you know? And I did make sure our guys had a warm meal and homemade biscuits for supper. Oh, and I managed to pull the kids behind the gator in 20 degree weather, while taking photos with one hand. I almost lost fingers from the cold, but the photos were worth it. Don’t you think?
How about you? How do you welcome winter or are you on of those that doesn’t care for snow? (Gasp. :O) ((There’s still hope for you – I mean, look at the beauty of it all! 😉 )
Until next time,