One to Three Inches, Stacked up Nine

Last night’s weathercast promised us a little snowfall for this morning. In truth, we had been watching this forecast for a few days, hoping the promise would materialize. It was going to be another little skiff of white on the place. Here is this morning’s view:

January morning

Lovely! That was several hours ago, and things keep getting deeper. You might remember, we were thrilled when the first snow fell for us, back when we were just closing the deal on the farm. It just makes you a kid again, especially when it comes on a day when you do not have to navigate the roads to work. A Sunday snow might be a disappointment to the school day attenders, but to me it’s perfect. Let’s go to church right here in the cathedral of the woods. I stepped under the arms of the firs reaching low, and that’s what it was like: quiet, subtly lit, spacious. Here’s looking in:

The woodlot chapel

And here is looking out, at the house soon to be razed and made into another one:

Snow Sunday

The sheep are mostly holed up in their shed. You can see they are not out in their yard here. Their legs are only so long, and they’re skimming the snow with their bellies. Once the novelty wears off, I think they’ll be out in it. William the mule was frisky this morning, nickering and prancing as he came to the barn. Silly thing. He doesn’t have to celebrate snow days free from school.

One more picture.

Implements

I love this! I think it reminds me of my small days in Montana, when the snow would pile up even over my head! But of course, my head was not so high then.

Advertisements
Published in: Uncategorized on January 27, 2008 at 1:24 pm  Comments (1)  

The URI to TrackBack this entry is: https://skepweaver.wordpress.com/2008/01/27/one-to-three-inches-stacked-up-nine/trackback/

RSS feed for comments on this post.

One CommentLeave a comment

  1. Good morning, Susan,

    Wow! What lovely snow! It looks like what we call “New Jersey snow”, heavy and dense. Here we sometimes get that, but more often it snows when, in the past what I’ve called too cold to snow, is operating. The snow is light as a feather, resembling in character dust bunnies, rather than snow: you can blow and it whooshes up and spreads around…and it is very light, so that shoveling is not a problem…except that it just slides right off the shovel, so you use more a coal shovel shaped shovel than the old flat snowshovels I was used to on Long Island and in N.J.!

    We had snow yesterday, the white powdery, fluffy kind for a couple of hours,followed by little ice balls for several other hours. When it was just powdery, and there was ice under it, it was pretty hairy to negociate, on the way to gather eggs: too much snow for the stabilicers to grip through! And very slippery! But after the ice balls, this morning, it’s all crunchy and N.J. snowish. John shovelled for a while and it was very heavy and difficult, not to mention the crust of iceballs.

    Oh, well, time to gather up myself and eggs and drive them over to Chester to the farm store, where she pays me $3 a dozen, and sells them for $4 and $5 a dozen, depending on size. Since it costs me $2.80 to raise them, it is the same ol’ story of marketers ripping off farmers, but I trade her for raw milk for part of it, so I’m okay with that whole scene for the moment. Sometime I need to sit down with her and explain to her that the stuff she was complaining about (Marketers ripping off farmers: she’s a Jersey cow milker) is what she’s doing…but I think I’ll wait til Spring or I’m feeling stronger, whichever comes first.


Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s