Tag Archives: cold
In The Face of the Cold
Any other time I would love the sounds and music of the windchimes out on my front porch. This morning however, is different. A major cold front and storm making its way across the country is creating wind gusts that … Continue reading
April Tenth; Well, That Was an Adventure (Slightly longer write than usual)
Let’s go he said. It will be fun, he said. It will get you out of the house, he said. We have to leave within the next few minutes, so, want to go? He seemed so sure this would be … Continue reading
Day Thirty: Footnotes; I Heard a Sound
What, is under my house? I went to see if I needed to add wood to the wood stove and heard…something. If there are kittens under there, they sound very different. I hoped that I could get my son to … Continue reading
Day Twenty-one; Footnotes of Its Snowing Again
Well, its snowing again. The thing that concerns me, is that they, the all knowing weather prognosticators, said it appears that we would get a ‘trace to an inch’. The way it is falling out there now, it better stop … Continue reading
Where Does One Begin?
When they want to be and make a difference? I’m sitting here watching the cats out back. Three of the four are finishing up the food I gave them this morning. They will eat, stop and look around, seeking the … Continue reading
Day Eighteen; Footnotes Still White With More to Come?
January Thirteenth; The Most Important Preparation
Smoke from the wood stove is drifting low through the woods out back while the sun tries to shine through the cloud covering. The temperature is just above freezing according to the computer so the dogs are curled up in … Continue reading
Day Ten; Footnotes of More Important Than Being Prepared for Snow
Let the panic begin. Earlier today, the first warning shot was fired. Winter weather may be on its way here. It is still too early to really say, but there is this kinda slightly maybe threat of winter weather. I … Continue reading
January Eighth; Thoughts on Cold Temperatures and the Suffering
The water dish was frozen solid this morning when I went outside to feed the cats. They were all collected on the back steps awaiting their breakfast, all were fine even as the temperature hovered somewhere in the twenties Fahrenheit. … Continue reading
Words from The Dirt Road 