Beautiful gray day with rain!
So MUCH can be accomplished in the watery-wet, but it's a matter of perspective.
Snow I really don't know personally. We are friends only lightly at present - more like acquaintances.
I met it with pleasure through a large picture window in Colorado,
when the indoor temperature was regulated by a thermostat.
And then again with a smile and a nod as I exited my van from a dry garage
and pulled onto a snow plowed city street.
I loved it once upon a time as one loves a distant second cousin
which you meet only once every several years -
that was when my dad faithfully took mom and me, and my other siblings
to cut the annual Christmas tree in COLD, wet, hard Sierra Nevada snow.
This will be an experience with snow that either makes me know and love it,
or have met it and not been sorry to see it go... in the Spring.
But I am going to live with it, so I determine to love it.
This snow will keep me in short, dark, days which feel long (I think).
Indoors with 6 active children.
And for the present, I will be thankful for one Ron.
The-Toilet-guy who says he'll come clean my outhouse...
...even in the snow (assuming he can get up here),
because it looks like I'll have the chance to use my outdoor commode in less than desirable weather.
My ode to rain.
All weekend while my favorite man was home, the Lord graciously held off the snow
(which I expect to arrive at any moment).
That meant that AJ provided wood to fill our new woodshed.
3 cords are stacked neatly under shelter, and 3 more await two hard-working boys.
AJ also dug the trench and mulch pit for our composting toilet
- it's not in service yet, but one big baby-step closer to done!
Besides those two things (which took quite a lot of time), Dad took his big fellas deer hunting.
This was quite a hike in the cold, but thankfully again, not through snow.
It was a long-awaited "first" for our boys and while they returned home with little more than cold noses and animating stories, it was a half day of time used well.
It IS called "hunting" after all.
I was so glad they went.
They DID it!
One might wonder at the warm welcome I sing to a rainy gray day,
but it's one more day for last-minute Holiday errands.
One more chance to get the last firewood under cover.
One more day I don't have to worry about getting to the outhouse in snow.
I don't really know what that will look like logistically,
but I'll be sure to let you know when experience fills me in.
I hope we can tramp a through for a while.
Then there could be an icy path? Might have to move our tramp.
I suspect there could even be boys shoveling a path.
Thank you LORD for boys!
This would be a very different tune if it were me back in the days of 4, 5 and under.
6 under 10 is another matter entirely!
Between keeping my fire going and digging paths through the snow to my outhouse
(notice I refer to it as mine?)...
I think they will be earning manly privileges of hot chocolate or tea in the middle of the day.
Maybe NO on the coffee yet. We DO have to spend quite a bit of time cooped up indoors together ;-)
So today... rain.
Tomorrow? Who knows.
But I'm pretty certain that when the snow arrives,
we'll be in love.
...At least for a while...