Oh, it is very pretty outside, that is what I was thinking as I looked out the big window, but that old saying you cannot judge a book by its cover comes to mind. The sun slowly makes its way into my morning, bringing with it beautiful streaks of colour and warmth. Well, not even close to that warmth part. Another beautiful day, but this normally, “I can’t wait to get outside and start her day", girl would rather climb back into bed and pull the nice warm fluffy white goose down duvet up over her head.
I knew this was going to be another one of those “never know” days as soon as I heard My Hero come back and open the front door after leaving to go plug the tractor, in before heading to work.
Then, shouting, “If the tractor does not turn over, do not keep trying it, you will kill the battery”. I was thinking to myself, “What the heck does that mean?”
He continued, “The fuel line may be frozen”. My mind started to race, wondering how I would ever be able to feed the cows. What I was really thinking, it was not like they could pick up the phone and order takeout hay.
He went on, “I did pour some more diesel conditioner in the fuel tank”. Good to know, so why are you worrying me? was what I was really thinking.
The only words that managed to cross my lips were… “OK, I will call you if I have a problem.”
What I was really thinking was, I don’t want there to be a problem, oh please don’t let there be a problem. Darn cold, that was what I was really thinking.
I am getting a little tired of this bitter cold. It is putting a damper on that Christmas spirit thing. The snow is a very welcome sight indeed in my world because, as you know, that snowshoe thing is something I need to do. I was thinking if it could warm up, let us say to something like -10c I could handle it, but this -23c thing is not what I like. I was thinking if I could only sew that nice warm fluffy white goose down duvet on my bed into a fashionable pair of coveralls to pull on over top of those frolicking Monkey Flannels and wear outside in this sunny, but very deceiving weather, that would be wonderful. Oh, that would work, I was sure. It may be a bit awkward, and the cows may think I look silly, but I have to do something.
Until I figure out how to do that, I will go downstairs and pull on five layers and head outside into the probably colder than my deep freeze weather and hope all goes the way I want.
I dream of warm sunny days in the bush, exploring the tracks my creatures of the forest leave behind in the deep snow, knowing I will always be following them, and thinking of the snow perched on top of the highest trees and then that brisk wind shaking those trees and knocking cold, wet snow on my head. This sounds wonderful, doesn’t it? I guess you would have to be there to get that one.
I eventually, after procrastinating, made my way down to the tractor and slowly turned the key; the engine roared, and I smiled, because that is just what I was thinking, well, at least hoping would happen. I stepped down out of the tractor to let the fluids now racing around inside the cold metal parts of this tractor warm up as I walked around the barnyard, taking shots of the beautiful sky. The sun is disappearing, so much for that warmth.
Oh yes, this beauty is very deceiving. It is freezing out here; I really have to figure out how to turn that warm&fluffy white goose down duvet into a pair of coveralls. I know that sounds weird, but I am cold, and it would be just like never leaving my bed.
I was thinking that if I did manage to turn that nice warm fluffy white goose down duvet into coveralls, I would then have to sleep in them, and I am sure a day in the bush snowshoeing through the trees and all that mingling and visiting with the cows would not leave it nice and fluffy or white. Now that I think of it, could you imagine if I fell down and into that nice fluffy white snow in a nice warm fluffy white duvet now coverall, no one would ever find me till Spring.