It is the hard environment that develops personality.
Sir Wilfred Thomason Grenfell
Wow, I forgot what Mother Nature could throw at us during her winters grip and this one with no foreseeable end to it keeps my morning routine extremely busy.
There is that usual dragging your body out of that nice warm bed and wishing you could just stay there all day especially those days you listen to that wind with ice pellets knocking gently at your bedroom window. Pulling on my colourful Gramma Rosie Fleece Socks, a well-known warm comfortable staple to all Snowshoe Racers in our country, I grabbed a warm sweater and immediately headed downstairs to feed the woodstove that had been waiting patiently all night while I slept in relative comfort. My ears perked up as I heard a long forgotten sound.
The sound and my smile grew and grew this was surely a sign of Spring, a Cricket singing. I threw a couple of logs on the fire then stopped and listened to the sound that had stopped while I was banging around. There it was once again. I smiled and pulled on my coveralls, my Pink Cadillac’s and my warm knitted hat and headed outside to start the tractor.
I climbed into the tractor getting away from the biting cold and blowing snow that bounced off my face, the face sporting the huge smile while thinking of that Cricket’s song and impending Spring, who needs a Groundhog I have a Cricket I thought to myself. Spring is surely coming. The tractor hesitated much like I had just done a few short moments ago while trying to get the motivation to get out of bed, there she goes, sputter… sputter… roar. It would warm up while I rushed into the house then undressed and rushed upstairs to get something to eat and get ready for a busy day. Oh the Cricket is very happy to be hiding behind that woodstove out of sight as I rushed past. It sang and I smiled.
After that quick coffee and muffin, I once again pulled on the coveralls and Pink Cadillac’s walked back past that singing made me smile Cricket and headed back to the tractor. Nice and warm, now the fun part comes in.
There is so much snow this year in the laneway that I really needed to plow it out, sounds easy but I had the Hay carrying Prongs on the loader and I needed the big bucket to move the snow. Quick Attach here I come, you have to understand I have not had to plow the laneway in two years. You see I have a four-wheel drive Jeep and am not afraid to use it to get out of my driveway and let My Hero deal with the snow when he gets home, I like that. This year has been different we have a lot of snow and after I had seen that he had some trouble getting out to work that morning in his truck I thought I would help him out even though I may have been a bit rusty at remembering how easy a Quick Attach Bucket works and my technique may have needed a refresher course, I knew I could do it.
Quick Attach Bucket, my foot. It took me longer to drop the Hay Prong Attachment and hook up the Snow Bucket then it did to plow out the driveway. I probably could have shovelled it faster. I did get it on and I did plow the laneway making it easier for My Hero to get back in the laneway when he arrived home later that night and he did smile when he seen what I had done but it was not as easy as I thought it should have been.
I had a hard time finding places to pile all that snow, the banks are now higher than the fence.
Oh well it is done and I always did love the thought of living surrounded by the snow covered mountains.
I was tired after all that and thoughts of that nice warm bed I had left bounced around in my head but I still had to drop the Snow Bucket and hook up the Hay Prong Attachment and go feed the girls. Well in case you were wondering, it turned out it was not exactly a Quick Unattach Bucket either.
Oh I do hope the singing Cricket was right. Forget those Groundhogs, I am rooting for the Cricket.