Enthusiasm is the best protection in any situation.
Wholeheartedness is contagious.
Give yourself, if you wish to get others.
It has been one heck of a winter. Most of us have experienced one of those winters of days gone by. I liked that “gone by” reference. When we were kids, the past winter was just a normal winter for us here in Canada. Oh yes it is official, I am now one of those people that want to go to Florida or somewhere warm next winter. I wonder if Bossy2 would like to go.
Those days of playing in the snow and looking forward to getting out there early every morning to snowshoe, seem to have disappeared for me. I can count on one hand, those times my snowshoes actually were pulled from behind the tractor seat and happily strapped to my anxious feet. This was a winter with perfect snowshoe conditions but the extreme cold had me wasting it. Most days, I was curled up in a ball after doing the chores, huddled under a blanket with the woodstove roaring trying to keep my aching bones warm. Drat…. that sounds so whiny and pitiful now that I have put it to paper. My life and my body seemed to have changed, and I honestly do not like it one little bit.
The sun is shining brightly here this morning as I write this. The cows are meandering, but keeping a close eye on their calves running full out exploring the field behind the house. My “Taunting Turkeys”, all seven of them, are picking at the ground under the apple trees sitting in the middle of the hay field. The Tom turkeys are all feathered out and “strutting their stuff” for the ladies. The field is brown with bits of green sprouting in the puddles of water. There is not one mound of snow in sight. All those normal things that I had forgotten during the seemingly winter of no end have now returned. It is spring here on the farm and what a glorious spring it is. I am smiling ear to ear. How could I have ever forgotten how beautiful the farm is this time of year? The never-ending brutal cold had obviously clouded my reason for living here during all seasons.
There is a lot of activity going on outside my open window with the robins building nests in the trees, singing their pretty tunes. The pesky blackbirds building nests under the eves of the hen house, squawking and making a mess, and the red squirrels are already out taunting all those birds. Our bluebirds are back and that has always been the event that makes me happy. I am waiting for the tree and barn swallows. I do hope they hurry back home. The five deer cross the field slowly every morning and then back again every evening at dusk. I can see that they made it through our winter of seemingly no end just fine. They are filled out so they must have found enough to eat in the deep snow. I did worry with the extreme cold and hard packed deep snow, but they survived and I have to remember, so did I. Our cedar trees and its bark are peeled off but it will grow back. It kept them going and I am grateful for that.
Normal spring views, normal chores to be done and normal weather so far has me expecting a season of fun activities and story writing. I am going to choose to forget that winter of normal days from our childhood. With it now gone I can get on with the business of normal things I love to see and do.
I am not quite ready to move to Florida or somewhere warm just yet. I have a feeling that the past winter was just a fluke. Right? I guess I can put my lightly used snowshoes back on the shelf in the basement till next winter. We made it.