The Storm and the "Holiday" and more Hay Mow Pics

Each dangling strand of hay on the edge of the upper mow had a lovely beard of frost

Liz took me shopping yesterday. 

What an epic tour that was. 

Well, okay, really it wasn't that big a deal, but we felt so intrepid after hearing the hype from every media outlet around.

We even took advice as to whether we should venture into the snow-lashed wilderness. I asked Gus, our friendly new milk truck driver, what he thought about the pregnant lady and the old lady heading off into the wild. He said, "It's not that bad yet. You should be fine."

The storm itself was truly not nearly as bad as threatened. We are kind of on the fringe and other areas got nailed a lot worse. However, the hysteria induced by the media whipping everyone into a frenzy of fear was ridiculous.


Banks were closed. Stores were closing. People were fretting. People were driving sixty on un-plowed roads and whoa!!!!!! Into the ditch with you, and you and you.

We made it home just fine. Jade made it home from way-the-hell-out-west where the trailer he was hauling broke down and almost stranded him on the road all night. Al made it home from working dark-to-dark digging holes in the bottom of the river and filling them back up, with a side tour to say hi to his fiance for a couple of minutes. Becky got home okay from her off farm job and we all got in from the barn in good shape.

I really think today will probably be a lot worse because of the wind.

As for the holiday,..............................................................nuff said. Too old for young love, and I can buy my own chocolate thank you.