Are You Ready for It? When is It Coming?

These questions wafted around the grocery store yesterday as I was filling my list. Folk on phones or talking among themselves wondered out-loud.

“It’s winter. What do you expect?” Our old neighbor would say. Very little frazzled that wonderful old woman. She lived through lots of winters.

It is snow. Apparently a BIG snow. Radio stations and news headlines blasting warnings and predictions of freezing temperatures and heavy snowfall for much of the East and South.

I do not mind weather forecasts. They help keep us informed of possible inclement weather. ‘Be Prepared’ is a good motto to live by (Thank You, Boy Scouts).

However, I do object to trying to be made fearful or worse, panic. Weather forecasts for small or large farmers is important and more often than not dictate our days work. So when the sky looks threatening and storms are in the forecast we do pay attention. We prepare. We will not worry. It is wintertime.

Plenty of hay and straw on hand.
We squeezed the tractor inside. Giving us one less machine to clear of snow.
Plow attached and ready (a little hard to see).
Full bags of horse, cattle and chicken feed.
The woodpile will stay dry!
Extra bedding on outside of barn warms the barn and provides bedding for cattle. When horses are stalled on bitter nights the cattle will bed down here.
Dukes frosty whiskers! A portent of what’s to come?
Rejoice! Spring will come!

Write 28 Days Challenge—#7—Snow

I thought of my daughters sassy quip with todays writing prompt—ease—“I’m not feeling it.” So today I am deviating from the prompt.

Early last week we had a delightful skiff of snow fall quietly in the night. To me snow is like magic. I am sure if more fell where we live I may hold a different opinion. But I do not. We can have a good amount of snow at times. This year has not been much, making the bit that fell last week a joy and wonder.

We grew up with our mother reading poetry to us. We still enjoy it to this day. So for today, I would like to share three snow poems with you.