You may be whatever you resolve to be.
Determine to be something in the world,
and you will be something,
“I cannot,” never accomplished anything;
“I will try,” has wrought wonders.
Winter, with its cold, snowy days (with the exception of those magical childhood years), was never something I looked forward to. That first beautiful sunny winter’s day, that I strapped on a pair of snowshoes and hiked into the middle of the bush, that all changed.
I found myself completely immersed in an undiscovered, magical world, and I was forever hooked. Trees weighted down with ice, snow and an indescribable combination of deafening silence and solitude. Where, could be seen many tracks left by the creatures of the forest exploring without worry. There were so many trails through the snow to follow. It was the most addictive thing I had ever experienced.
I have to admit that, I am a bit worried that this year may be different. I honestly, do not know if I am really that tough Canadian girl that I had believed I was. After last year’s winter of frigid induced misery, I am full of doubts.
Last year, around this part of Canada we were held hostage by an extreme frigid gripping cold, one that seemed to last forever. I know, you are thinking that my being a tough Canadian girl should mean something, but truly it meant absolutely nothing. That tough Canadian girl had morphed into being a wimpy couch potato. Surfing Netflix, mummified in layers of flannel and fleece, then buried under mounds of blankets. Some days I did not move from dawn till dusk. My Canadian bones, no matter how many wool hats or pairs of long underwear I layered on, never came to a mutual understanding with Mother Nature and her vengeance.
Was I getting too old? A question that had me wonder.
There is one thing that pushes me. I know I absolutely have to go outside, no matter what the weather comes up with. Never have I missed a day because there are cows to feed. They depend on me. Tough Canadian cows, unlike the wimpy Canadian girl I seemed to have become, I suppose.
The tractor will always be plugged in, warming its frozen metal parts. It will be waiting for this girl to layer up, pull on her Pink Cadillac boots, and lined coveralls over her pyjamas. With her warm fleece socks and a hand knit wool hat, she will trek out into the unforgiving bitter cold winds.
Pull her shivering, and wish it was on the couch, body up and then into the cab of the tractor, turn the key to crank the motor. She will sit in the cab to wait for it to warm up and await the blowing warm air. She will possibly pull the pen and paper out of her pocket, and she will write about the weather, and thoughts. She will head off down the lane.
The snowshoes will be sitting tucked behind the seat of that tractor waiting, as she feeds her girls and tends to their needs. Then maybe, with any luck at all, she will finish feeding those cows and strap them on once again. Hop over that red gate and explore that magical world.
There is one thing I do know for sure. There is no way I am ever going to be too old, or wimpy. The weather may be horrible and cold once again this winter. I may be miserable, and possibly complain. Deep down, I do know I am still that tough Canadian farm girl, with a very important job to do. There is nothing I would rather be.
Mark my words, I will be strapping on those snowshoes after feeding those cows. Hopping that red gate and I will be trekking into that magical snowy world to follow those tracks in the snow. I may have to come back after all that, then lie on that couch and surf Netflix, but never am I going to admit defeat.
I am a tough Canadian Farmgirl, yes I am. So Mother Nature bring it on, I am ready. Just a little suggestion, feel free to take your time.