Winter and ice hit in our Tennessee hills and oh my word has it been cold.
I really try not to complain about the weather, because I do love living where we have seasons. But I also think if I get one more winter storm alert on my phone, I'm going to cry!
It's the ice that just amazes me, having never really been around it before. The danger of it seemed very real when I was standing on the porch shivering but enjoying the glittery ice in the trees when I heard the most horrifying cracking noise and realized a tree was falling somewhere.
My first thought was that I need to make sure I stay out of the woods during this ice storm. But then I remembered I have to drive through the woods to get off the farm. Hmmm. Well, I guess I'll just stay on my hilltop! And that's pretty much what I did for about forever, it seemed like.
I did bundle up to go out and check on the cows and calves a couple times each day. Not that they really need to be checked on, but I can't stand it if I don't! And of course, Belle can't stand it either. It's kind of our daily routine!
And we do have calves. Darling, precious, perfect little black calves. Oh how I love them.
If you owned some of these darling things, you'd brave the ice, wind, falling trees and blowing obstacles for just a few minutes of pure farmgirl joy wouldn't you? Even if it meant putting on overalls, heavy coat, gloves, face fleece, hat, a heavy pair of wool socks and boots? And still coming home cold?
But, it's a magical place here on the farm. I wouldn't want to be anywhere else.