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Snow Day Memories
Sure doesn’t look much like spring in my neck of the woods. We woke up to a blanket of snow. It’s gorgeous! And as a bonus, the powers in the school district actually canceled school. You can imagine the rejoicing. Even my younger kiddos who are still homeschooled did a few jumps for joy. Though I would have given them time to play in the snow, the girls were thrilled that their brothers could stay home too.
When I was in middle school, I lived with my dad and his family. Our house was at a high elevation and snow came on thick. One of my greatest memories are of sledding down the steep driveway on sheets of aluminum (I think that’s what it was) recycled from our local newspaper printer.
The road would mash down until it became like ice allowing us to pick up speed. Eventually the aluminum would wear away and our bottoms became the sled.
When our hands were frozen and the plastic bags in our boots had given out and let water in, we’d hike back to the house and strip off the layers of wet clothes. Once bundled up in warm sweat suits, we’d sip hot chocolate and watch the snow from the window.
What do you remember from snow days?
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First Day of Spring
Today marks the first day of a new spring. It brings to mind gardens and hikes, sunshine and warmth. As I write the wind howls and rain slaps my windows. I walked out to the garden area yesterday and had to step carefully. One wrong move and I could lose a shoe in the mud. And that’s just our yard.
So, today marks the change of season, and even though we don’t see the ideal picture here in Oregon, spring still brings hope. There will be betters days. Winter has to come to an end, even here. And there are signs. The grass is growing because the temperatures have begun to rise. Soon my yard will be a jungle. The grass always gets out of control while we wait for the ground to dry up enough to mow.
Lambs race after each other in our pasture. Geese make their way north with short rests in the field next to us. We have daffodils popping up all over our property. The camellias are in bloom, and even the bleeding hearts are starting to grow again.
Life moves on. And thank God for that!
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Busy, busy, busy…
There’s been no time to blog. Those Genesis entries need to be in this weekend. Technically, I think we have until March 2, but the Genesis rulers have requested that entries are in by the 26th to avoid the dreaded Cyber-monster who eats up the most important of our email and leaves the spam untouched.
You’d think I’d be ready by now. I do this every year.
Nope!
Writing isn’t an art that ever finds a definite point of finality. Every manuscript can be made better. I can be completely satisfied then look at the page again two weeks later and see a whole new crop of weaknesses.
It’s not just me. I could send the same ten pages to my critique group for years, and I’d never have them say, “Yep. Now it’s perfect.” Isn’t that great? They keep pushing for better.
So, I’m off to tear apart that first scene again. For some reason, it’s not right.
And I only have a couple days to figure out why.
I’m blessed to be busy.
What are you working on today?
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Look what’s new on the farm…
There’s a lot happening around here. Not long after the flood waters dropped, the flood of new critters began.
This little guy is the only boy we have so far this year. He’s also the darkest and maybe even the cutest.
Here’s my oldest daughter taking a newborn lamb into the barn.
A couple of the earlier lambs playing in the field. These guys are so fun to watch.
This is another new arrival. My oldest son and oldest daughter are raising steers for 4H. They’re attention hogs but oh-so-cute.
Standing in the mud, like every other Oregonian.
Stay tuned. Little piggies will be here next.
