Out here with the wild things
I am happy out here. Messy hair, dirty feet and wild water on my skin. Out here with the wild things; this is where I belong. – Brooke Hampton
Oh, h*ll no!
I officially quit winter! If you need to find me… I will be drunk, somewhere on a tropical beach, wearing nothing but sunscreen.
The icy grip of Mother Nature
Nor’easter #3 brought frigid temperatures and high winds, but thankfully, only about eight inches of snow this time. Schools once again closed and the plows spent most of the day running back and forth along the roads clearing the snow drifts. Since it’s no use trying to fight Mother Nature, I decided to embrace the…
I’d rather be mowing hay
Another Nor’easter rages outside my window. The winds are howling, the snow is falling and the temperature is dropping. Oh, how I’d rather be mowing hay in the summer sunshine!
Another Nor’easter
In my neck of the woods, snowstorms are a common occurrence. Six inches of snow is just a dusting. Twelve inches of snow is a nuisance. Eighteen inches of snow is a slight inconvenience. Even a Nor’easter that dumps twenty inches of snow and knocks out the power for a few days is taken in…
The Farmers in the Dell 