Wow! That is really the only word that I can get to come out of my mouth as I look around at this bright white wonderland that we are currently living in. We don’t live in a part of the country that gets regular snowfall, especially not the kind of snowfall that is currently being recorded on our little valley floor. Over 8” of snow in less than 12 hours. And this apparently comes in second to a record held in 1919 for 11” of snow. Almost 100 years of waiting for this spectacle to reoccur.
And it really is a spectacle to behold…magical even…for about 10 minutes, while holding my tea, staring out the window, mesmerized by the beautiful, peaceful, white. Until the realization sets in that I am a farmer. And farmers have chores that are required to be done regardless of outside conditions. Now, I don’t like to complain, after all, this is the life I have chosen and I truly love it, but in that instant I could think of at least 50 places I would have rather been. Many of them involving beaches and warm tropical sunshine. But here we are, in the snow.
Andrus, our oldest, has been up since 5:30 this morning, excitement pouring out of every part of his body at the thought of playing in so much snow! There are snowmen and igloos to be built, snow ball fights to be won and sleds to be ridden. And out the door he goes. He walks inside about an hour later, cheeks red and out of breath, and informs me that he has spent the past hour shoveling pathways in the snow for us to do our chores. A path from the garage to the pole barn for the milking cart, a path over to Genevieve and the calves for feeding and watering, and a path all the way around the house. What a sweet boy he is. Always thinking ahead, thinking of others besides himself, hoping to make things a little easier.
As I am putting on my outdoor shoes, I feel the need to throw a full-on 2-year-old tantrum, screaming that I don’t WANT to go outside! It’s TOO COLD to go do chores. But frankly, who would listen? Who would even care? My kids would look at me like I was insane and I’d still have to just go do it anyway. And geez, my 10-year-old just spent an hour out there shoveling his heart out to help me! Be grateful, I keep trying to tell myself…. just be grateful and while you’re out there, take in the simple beauty of the snow. So out we went, the kids and I, shuffling along snow paths to feed all the cows hay, break up their water troughs and collect the frozen solid eggs. And I will say that we did manage to get all our chores done this morning, albeit slower than usual, and it wasn’t without some tears (from me), some major complaints (from the kids) and some snowballs thrown in just to make life a little more enjoyable, but we got it all done.
I have slightly enjoyed this Great Snow Storm of 2017 but I am certainly willing to let her melt away into history and let the sunshine and green grass return to their rightful home!