We have about two inches of fluff this morning.
Kinda nice stuff.
Cuz it doesn't need shoveling.
Today also looks like it might be another picture-perfect postcard day.
So, no real complaints.
I told Bill, with fingers crossed, of course, that the barn door has been opening and closing just fine.
In past years, cold weather led to the ground heaving and the barn door not budging.
Plus, the air would be "blue," as my dad used to say, as I pried, dug, pushed and even cried while out there trying to get the stubborn thing to move---even an inch.
Happily, that shallow trench I formed before the storm came seems to be effective, so far.
Hoping this will be the worst of that.
Yesterday turned out to be what I call "icy, dicey."
I did take a trip to town, the white-knuckle variety.
After pulling on to the HWY from Selle Road with no traffic coming either way, I saw headlights in my rear-view mirror a long distance behind me.
My first thought was that I would have the road pretty much to myself, which was good because of the snow pack, which hadn't been cleared much.
As I drove on at the wild speed of 40 mph, I saw those headlights becoming clearer and clearer.
Knowing I was on the only open pathway on my side of the road, I did my best to gradually speed up, making it to almost 50.
"If I can just get to the 45 mph speed zone before that car catches up with me, I'll be okay," I thought.
Apparently, God was on my side because the plan worked. Still, the car passed me, probably going more than 45 at that point.
For some reason 45 miles per hour seemed quite adequate for this driver who normally has a lead foot.
Later, I decided to turn off and go the Boyer Road route. Turns out that was even scarier than the highway with a lot more snow pack and eventually a base of solid ice.
Care and consistency seemed to work throughout the trip to town and back, but age must be diminishing the daredevil in this old soul.
I decided to stay alive and well for the rest of the day right here in Selle.
Happily, our road has been nicely plowed, so it felt good to take a walk up past Meserves, Gary Finneys and Johnson's with no ice and a smooth snowy surface.
This is the time of the year when the little things make a big difference: a barn door that closes, a gate that opens, and a road where walking isn't treacherous.
That's how it is with the farm life. We work really hard and then we enjoy the simple rewards that eventually come from all that work.
By golly, that pot of chicken noodle soup I made over the weekend is still keeping us nourished. Looks like it might even go another day, and it tastes better each time.
My purpose in going to town was to pick up my banjo. It's been hanging out in its case for about the last three years.
In fact, I had to dust off the case before taking it to a friend who offered to tune it for me. He even replaced a string.
In fact, I had to dust off the case before taking it to a friend who offered to tune it for me. He even replaced a string.
Thanks, Doug.
I even disclosed to him that I don't know much about banjos, or music, for that matter, but out comes the "simple" theme again.
My dogs and my horses don't care one bit when I sit and pluck and no recognizable tune emerges.
I just love the sound of a banjo and, with a little help from You Tube, maybe some day mine will actually play a tune.
For now, it's just fun to hear the rich sounds that come from those strings.
So, I'll leave you with a You Tube sample, which both banjo, guitar and horse lovers should enjoy.
I can assure you that if anyone ever challenges me to a string dual, they'll win, fingers down!
Happy Wednesday.
And, congratulations Willie and the SHS girls basketball team who cruised to a victory last night.
We are proud of you!
1 comment:
Very nice pics!
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