Snow

The weatherman promised us a storm. It began slowly yesterday afternoon with snowflakes drifting in the air. The wind was raw—damp and biting. Everyone was glad to stay home for a quiet evening. This morning I was awakened by my husband’s alarm at 5:30. My fuzzy brain could not figure out why he would be getting up so early on such a snowy morn. His reply? The neighbor’s needed their driveway plowed out for the milk truck. My husband has a good relationship with our Amish neighbors—they do a lot for each other. When we need help, they are always willing to offer a strong back and a loaf of homemade bread!

I slept in. Around 7:30 India Ink and Snowflake decided they would eat me if I did not pull the cat food out of the cupboard, so I rolled out of bed to greet a fairyland draped in billowing blankets of white. As the cats and I headed down the stairs, the doorbell rang. Oh, dear. In my robe, I looked out to see who was there. Our Amish neighbor was looking for my husband. I peaked out and told him I had not seen him back home yet. He told me that they had the horses out and were ready to pull his truck out of the snow bank. Oh. Nice. OoooKaaaay.

If only I had realized how close they were I would have snapped a picture for you. They were outside my window--one 4-wheel drive pickup being pulled by 4 horses...

My husband is now in for breakfast and a chance to warm his toes. He’ll go out to do chores and check to see if Hug Me needs to be put into the shed—we need to watch her for her delivery since she lost her twins last year. It is a cold day for new calves to be born! The calf in the picture on my main page of my Web site is now wearing a coat like the picture I posted a couple of days ago here on my blog. Those little guys are so cute wearing winter coats!

When I get out with my camera today, I’ll see if I can snap a scene or two of our snow-covered world and post it. Have a good weekend!