Baby It’s Cold Outside

 

It rained and rained and then it poured.

The wind blew and blew and then it pounded.

For twenty-four hours it had been wet and blustery. Then the temperatures dropped yesterday afternoon and those closely packed rain drops turned into white delight.

All the rain that so thoughtfully flooded the roads quickly turned icy. The snow added another slick element as it combined with the excess water to create slush.

Therefore every activity in the county was called off.  I was Oh so grateful!  I got to stay home.  I didn’t have to go out. I’m pretty sure I needed a break. God must have known!

And so we snuggled down while thick heavy flakes whipped across the fields and roads and night dropped down upon the land.

We listened on my firefighter man’s portable radio as surrounding fire departments were called to accident after accident.  And I prayed.  Prayed for the safety of those on the roads and safety for the rescue personnel who came to help them.

My heart was thick with thankfulness as we sat down to a warm meal, in a warm, cozy home, with all of us safe in our seats around the table.

 

This morning we woke to this.

 

And I couldn’t resist.  I had to get outside.

 

However, I miss judged when I put on my tennis shoes.  There were drifts almost to my knees in our back yard, so I had to go back in. 

I really need to dig out my winter boots.  You know the big pair that my husband bought me.  The warmest pair Cabela’s makes. Oh! These aren’t cutesy, fashionable women’s boots. These are men’s “livin’ in the Tundra” type boots. I who have horrible circulation, who have been told by the doctor to, “make sure you keep your feet warm”, I wear these boots even though they make me look like a clown.  Because here in the north country we don’t dress like a fashion queen out of a magazine!  It always makes me smile and chuckle when I see the “country” magazines that feature these adorable outfits for country living ladies.  UMMM! Excuse me, but are you really going out to the poopy barn to feed the animals in that outfit?  How about mucking out the barn?  Me, personally, I wear my oldest clothing for that job. We certainly don’t don our $300 dollar outfits complete with a stylin’ pair of high fashion boots to go out to do chores.  We’re real life here!  It’s chore coats, warm hats, thick gloves, long johns, wool socks, and big boots. Can I get an Amen from my real country girl’s our there?!

Anyway, I digress!

My oldest son had to do chores for a friend this morning.  So, we braved the roads in our vintage, rear wheel drive, ride that is in desperate need of some new tires.

Of course I had to take my camera along!

 

 

We did real well….until I went to back out of the drive from doing chores.  I was chatting at my son and I forgot you can’t turn the wheel to back out of their drive because it goes down into a ditch.  OOPS!  Yep, I did it.  I didn’t back straight out and my old ride is pretty much helpless without traction of some sort.  I started to go off the drive and into the yard. Thankfully we had brought along a shovel and so my guy went to shoveling, then pushing, then shoveling.  And with a little snow driving knowledge and a bit of muscle we got ourselves unstuck and back home where it was warm!  I’m so happy that I didn’t have to call for reinforcements! Which would have required trekking over to the house next to our friends, smiling sheepishly,  and asking to use their phone.

Now that I’m home, it’s time for a big mug of coffee and continued thanksgiving to my Lord for the beauty and safety He has provided!