It has been cold here for a few days. Ok, maybe two weeks. The snow from Christmas has not melted. Tomorrow the high is only going to be about 4 degrees. We spent two days putting up plastic on the windows on the west, north, and east sides of the house. We have cut boards and plastic and took our time covering up the windows. I am grateful for this. It has truly helped with the cold drafts.
The children have enjoyed sledding. They put a board up from the cellar to the ground and put snow on it. I don't have to take them to town. They sled as far as they can. One might end up in the rose bush. I haven't heard yet. I had to call James and Carl in today. They went out to change the pigs and chickens water and decided to stay out and sled. Their cheeks were cold. They don't realize how cold it really is outside.
I have decided that I don't mind the snow. I don't mind because it feels as though our life has slowed down a little. At night as we drive down the road you can look out over the fields and see the field. Sometimes you can see deer. The other day when we were driving to town the kids and I saw an eagle in a field. We were excited. I tried to get James to turn around.
During this weather I have realized my appreciation to the pioneers. I can't imagine moving in the bitter cold and dealing with their trials. I am grateful that I don't have to do that. I am glad that I have a warm home, and a car that I can drive where I need to go.
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