“Winter is the time for comfort, for good food and warmth, for the touch of a friendly hand and for a talk beside the fire: It is the time for home.” – Edith Sitwell
I remember the winters when I was a young girl. We had large amounts of snow. It was a wonderland for us kids. Not so great for my dad, who had to keep pipes from freezing and snow cleared for the milk to be picked up on a regular basis.
Operating a dairy farm demanded that all systems be 100% at all times. For us kids, it was a world of pure fun during those big storms. Sleigh riding was perfect. I remember one winter morning when my father walked in early and announced to all of us, “Get your ice skates on and get outside. You’ll never see the likes of this again.”
He was right. It had snowed about a foot the day before, then warmed up enough to rain in the afternoon. Overnight it froze. It got so darn cold that we kids skated right in our yard and across the fields for about three days after that major cold snap. It was like one big ice rink.