The Whiteness Of It All
The roaring of the wind told me more than opening my eyes could this morning. Yup. More white snow and a fierce wind. This is the fourth day of snow issues. It is bound to get it out of its system pretty soon. No . . . you can’t tell that the driveway, the doorways or the east patio were cleared yesterday. I can share that I put shell corn out for the deer at five yesterday afternoon. When I walked into the kitchen at six to make myself some supper, the view of out the east window caught my eye. Three deer were having supper as well. It is satisfying to know that creatures need help when the snow covers up everything.
Not a hurry bone in my body today. Scrambled eggs sounded like the best breakfast before going out and clearing snow by the doorways and checking on the patio porch dwellers. This week has had me feeling like I am back on the farm at Boon Lake. Winters at that time always included suiting up and making sure all doorways were cleared on the variety of barns. I really enjoyed those farm years. It was hard work, but having both Carrie and Kevin enjoying the baby animals was priceless. Both kids had greased up cheeks and lips so the cold couldn’t chap the tender skin. I can close my eyes and be spirited right back to those experiences. I could have had so many more years of that life. But . . . here I am on Stauffer and getting that snow pushed out of the way!
Surprisingly even with measurable snow overnight, the north winds can play tricks on where it is going to pile up. Coming in to warm up, the noise outside made me glad I had left my heavy clothes on. Grandson Ryan was in the driveway with a skidloader making quick work of what was on the driveway as well as busting trough the pile of snow on the south side of the drive. That huge bucket filled with snow had no problem taking a lot of the packed snowbank out into the backyard. Ryan is taking care of quite a few people and told me he would be back sometime this week and take out the rest of the banked snow. Priceless.
Today felt good to see some white trim on the Santa jacket. It perked me up to no end. Up until I had the collar on it was just a challenge of red velvet material. This has broken the ice for going forward and being a bit more brave. Come on! It is not a tailored suit. It is a replacement of a tattered suit that served Santa well for 55 plus years. I am now encouraged to go back online and find the site that had white doll wig hair. In time to come Santa will need a new beard to replace the fiberglass Angel Hair. Each day will have had some work towards the finish. I enjoy working on it. I don’t do more than what several hours can accomplish. With snow removal being what it is, I would kick myself to no end if I overdue the back and shoulders.
I can report that last night Dennis called from Oregon. Brett had delivered one of his quilts to a family friend in Idaho earlier in the day. The boys are indeed on the road.
I can also report that the sun is peeking through all of the blowing snow. It is quite pretty. It’s time for me to go out and fill the supper bowls for the cats and the deer.