Snow Days


Sunday Leo told the minister about the pond he dug in his front yard and that he built bridges and dams and got his cows stuck and went on for an uncomfortable amount of time during the children’s sermon. The minister was most impressed that he had a pond in the front yard. I have a spot in my flower garden which gets no sun. I could plant impatiens there or I could let the gentlemen dig.

Leo and Paul’s mud hole Monday.    


Leo and Paul’s mud hole Tuesday.


After three dire warnings of blizzards this winter which amounted to about 2 inches of snow total we finally got hit. We got 11 inches, and about an inch or so of moisture. The kids got two days off from school, and I even got a snow day! Eleven inches of snow in November will probably be around in March. Eleven inches in April is great, and we need the moisture so bad. The second day I left Ed in charge, and I worked from 10-8. The kids left the house at 8:30 with their sleds. Ed said they stayed in the park for a couple of hours. I was delighted that everyone was still speaking to each other at the end of 10 hours together and the house was not noticeably worse that when I left.



This is the back yard halfway through the storm.

We live across the street from a seven acre or maybe ten acre park. It has a baby hill for timid sledders and a great hill known as “Suicide Hill” which it probably would be on a bike, but it is perfect for sledding. Everyone in town drives over here to sled.

Last Wednesday Paul built garages in Grandma and Papa’s alley.


I was so proud of myself last weekend. I am trying to get some native stuff to grow in the alley instead of the hollyhocks and bulbs that tend to look ragged as the summer goes on. I have several grass clumps out there, (side oats grama, little bluestem, switchgrass) you can see them in the background of the kids in the snow (and some asters I still plan to kill). I found some seeds from my very favoritest flower of all time ever, scarlet globemallow.

I have had no luck getting the darn plant to grow in the past, but now I have the right soil, so I have been watering my seedbed and watching the water drain down the alley.  I got my hoe out and started some gravity irrigation. I am gonna have to build up my dam every Wednesday after the garbage truck smooshes it, but otherwise it should work okay for a couple of years until everything is ready to survive on rain (or the lack thereof around here).




I finally finished my SIL’s Christmas gift.  I made her a quilt, the largest one I have ever made, but still not a Twin quilt.  She loves green.  I think she might actually like the back better than the front….but that’s okay.  Maybe that’s her way of keeping cat hair off of it.


Guess who got a make up set for Christmas?  No, not the gentlemen, they are the clients.  I didn’t get a shot of Paul with tons of black stuff on his eyes, he looked like Cleopatra.

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The little guy in the diaper there got to make a potty call this week, yes, you get two phone calls when you use the potty as well as stickers and praise (for him) from five people.  Of course at the end you get the coveted Potty Tractor.  We called Daddy and Grandma this time.

And our sledding pictures.  We had some eight foot drifts in our corral, which made for some good sledding and some nervous heifers.  The slopes were plenty steep, and just long enough that you didn’t mind climbing  back up.  It looks like it will be in the 40s here for a week or so, making a huge mud mess.  The snow was melting about a foot a day.


GD says as much as he would like to exaggerate, the drifts are eight feet tall.  That little pocket there is where the heifers spent the storm.  You couldn’t see the pocket until you were right on it, so it looked like they had been suffocated, which of course they hadn’t.


Mae don’t need no stinkin’ sled!  Those posts are the tops of eight foot posts.  And I wish the house in the background was ours, it is really pretty from the outside, but the location is lousy, right by the train tracks.


The gentlemen braving a trip down the hill


Earlier this snow season, Leo asked me why Paul had pink snow pants.  I said, “do you want pink snow pants?” and he said no.  I said. “then don’t tease him.  he can’t help it he’s the youngest.” We did get new snow clothes for everyone, black and navy now.  Pay no ‘tention to those pink snow boots now.