I love snow days in the country. There’s just something about them. The solitude. The weather in all of it\’s fury. In all of it\’s indifference.
I may have been a little optimistic in putting the lawn furniture out a few weeks ago.
Fortunately, I remembered the umbrella.
Even the shelterbelt is a photo-op waiting to be shot.
Dogs. They just live for the moment don’t they?
It\’s a little bit of glory out there today.
Others beg to differ.
Somewhat oblivious to the knowledge we\’ve been through worse.
Remember this. Circa May long weekend, 2007. That was a storm.
It took us the better part of summer to clean up the deadfall.
Some trees never did recover. The combination of fresh, heavy spring snow on trees already laden with leaves was too great a weight for the branches to bear. I admit, I cried a little over this one. It was our swing tree.
Or this storm, early May last year.
Brutal. Just before a show weekend.
And then there was this. It all began innocently enough on Dec. 4, 2009, and by Dec. 5 morphed into the mother of all winter storms.
I haven’t seen drifts like this since 1923.
That day this little mare wouldn’t come in, and hunkered down at the far end of the pasture. I ventured out in the freezing winds to retrieve her, but she refused my assistance. I tried for an hour in -65°C temperatures. Or something like that. It was a long time. It was bitter. My fingers and toes were frozen. I was staring out at the world through frost-laden eyelashes. Even the dogs went home. Finally, I gave it up and fought my way back through the snowdrifts. At the paddock gate I wheeled around and there she was. Right behind me. Like, right behind me. She’s a funny one, this mare. I’m hoping she’ll grow up next year.
Her actions have already indicated it’s unlikely.
“Und vhat are you lookeen at?”
Sorry, I had to do that. I needed the humor. The power is out, the wind is howling, my laptop is running dangerously low on batteries. There’s an open can of beans on the counter with a fork stuck in it. I could be coming down with cabin fever.
Hope you\’ve enjoyed the look at my day today.
P.S. Send your April 29-30 great spring snowstorm, or those shots of you by the pool, or gardening, or loping in your outside arena – depending on what end of the country you reside in – to [email protected]. Later, we’ll take a poll on where we’d all rather live. Somedays.