Saturday, December 11, 2010

AN INTRUDER ON THE FARM

We had an intruder on the farm last night. He hasn't quite shown himself, but he left evidence that he snuck in last night while I was sleeping. There was ice on the pond and the thermometer out on the barn read 12 degrees this morning. He's old man winter and his arrival can be felt here at the farm. I don't like him, after all I didn't invite him. He just barged in and decided he would stay a while. He made himself right at home too. I think he turned the thermostat down because it was cold in the house when I got up this morning.  He does this about this same time every year, and he never really says when he's leaving.

Old man winter and I have been bitter adversaries for years. He can't be trusted. Sometimes when he's cranky he'll wander around the farm and you can hear him howling while he storms around breaking branches off the trees. There is usually a lot of work cleaning up after one of his tantrums. Once he clams down I can actually tolerate him. At night when I sit by the wood stove enjoying a cup of hot coco, I'll look out the window and notice that he covered the farm in a blanket of white. His work can really be quite beautiful.
I guess I  just like to hang on to summer as long as I can. 

Mark twain said. "If you don't like the weather in New England just wait a few minutes." 

1 comment:

  1. nice post! sorry about the weather, though. i can only imagine as i've not lived in bitter cold. hopefully you have a wood burner and can cozy next to it and i hope tantrums are kept to a minimum!

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