It’s Life in the Winter Time 1989

A Winter Night

What a wonderful day – the snow is falling.  I have a quilt or two under way, we are well, and Sister and Jill are warm and content here on the sun porch with us.  John is thankful that he looked ahead and put out enough hay for the cows yesterday.  The wind is really howling and blowing the snow.

The two first-time heifers are just about ready to calve, and usually they do such things during inclement weather.  Of course, this calls for a trek, on Johns part, to find out if either bovine is in labor. He’d like to go alone, but the dogs know something is up when he gets his coat and hat, so there’s no way he can get away without them.

Our neighbor died this morning and I, too, feel the need to leave this cozy porch.  As my folks did before me, I try to carry on the tradition of taking food to families where there has been a death.  There is such a little one can say or do at a time like this, maybe just to know someone cares will be of some comfort.  As I get my Old Chevy out in the road I start my short trip, I notice drifts of snow the wind has made. OH! As I round the curve the car just automatically stops – later John said he was watching and thought the road was slick and I was in trouble – not so.  The sight was breathtaking, delightful heavenly and most of all beautiful.  Here on the ditch bank the snow has been deposited by the wind and is in mammoth drifts  It is billowy and looks like huge mounds of meringue for some fifty yards.  It’s a “winter wonderland!”  What beauty God hath wrought.

After a brief visit, it is nice to return home and be out of the wind, which is producing a minus-zero chill factor.  An aroma from the kitchen greets me as I open the door  The pot of soup  left simmering must be ready.  This is definitely wintertime country living.