We were stuck in the house for about a week with the "coldest snap since 1969." Then we had a few days of temperatures 20' above normal. That only brought us to the mid 40's. But it allowed me to run outside and make sure the chickens and the horses were still alive. I gathered up a few dozen frozen eggs, cleaned out the coop, the water trough and threw a few extra tulip bulbs into the ground to benefit from the last couple weeks of freeze before they bloom. I relished the few days of decent weather then braced myself for the next onslaught of "winter splendor".
Just when I thought I couldn't take another moment, my mother called from Sunny Southern California and had the audacity to complain about enduring their 2nd day of non-stop rain. Oh boo-frickin-hoo. As I had the burners on the stove on high and the oven cranking at 450' with the door wide open toasting my hands and feet and both fireplaces burning. I don't think my mother even knows how to open an umbrella. She saw a picture of snow flurries once and thought the sky was falling. To ease my pain and discomfort, I called my relatives in Pennsylvania. It brings me peace and contentment to know that others are suffering more than I with the cold. My 82 year old aunt was out shoveling 18 inches of snow off of her sidewalk. I thanked God for my blessings, grabbed my coat and gloves and went outside to feed the animals. I am now anticipating the news from the prophet of Punxutawney or better known as Ground Hog Day. Surely he won't see his shadow and let us know that Spring is imminent.
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