I was raised in the plains of Texas where there were oil wells everywhere you looked, or golden wheat fields...and cows....but rarely snow.
Let me say that again...RARELY snow.
When we received any type of winter percipitation, it was in the form of ice...and a 1/4 of an inch of ice can take out an 18-wheeler...
So as a result, I love snow. Large fluffy flakes, slowly floating down...settling softly... almost sounds like a poem... A week ago, we had a major snowfall here in the middle of the country. In fact, out here in A-Ville we received more snow that the city did....we got 7 inches of snow in one afternoon.
Beautiful snow. Wonderful soft snow.
Needless to say, I was in heaven.
Until, three days later when reality set in.
You see, out here in A-Ville, the drive up to our house is, #1. a 1/4 of a mile long gravel road, and #2... uphill!
This is what happens 3 days after the heavenly snow...
Isn't it beautiful. From entering the drive you can feel the quiet....
all you see are the little prints of animals that have crossed the deep snow...
What a lovely drive...
On either side of the drive you see a winter wonderland... the pond...
The fields...untouched....
Then you go around the first curve, and it happens...
aahhhhh....drat! Please tell me those are NOT fishtail marks in the snow...
DANG! This is not looking good....
Oh. Dear. So, you do the only thing you can do....
You put it in gear...and rev up the engine, because you know what's coming!
THE HILL! And then you do the only thing you can do...
Pull up, put it in park, get out, and start walking!
Thus...the parking lot.
....and you head straight uphill.
Did I mention that it snows entirely too much, here in the middle of the country!
Love to all,
Carla
Just when I start to miss snow, I remember what it was like to live in it, LOL!
ReplyDeleteCome see us in Florida!
Hugs,
Vickie