The season’s first storm blew upon the land. Racing winds howled across the prairie. The sounds both ominous and exhilarating. The house shook, the wood stove crackled, cats snuggled close. The midnight sky showed only coal black.
This morning the house read forty-five degrees. Our breath showing in threads in the main room. In the kitchen the little wood stove-that-could chugs along trying to keep up with the frosty chill. A gentle snow is falling.
Horses escaped their pasture to the north and came galloping across our pasture. A dozen majestic creatures stirring the snow and playing freely as they made their dawn run.
The howling prairie now calm and peaceful, it is eleven degrees with the holiday snow flitting down. The kitchen is warming, the coffee is hot, and the day ahead seems best spent beneath a warm comforter watching holiday movies!
But first chores need to be done. Bundled up and braving the cold we need to check on chickens, break their icy water, give them food to warm themselves. The goats are still away.
There is a great peace here. A silent solace that calms the spirit.
Three cords of wood stacked high, a fire in the kitchen where we rub our hands together to keep warm…such is a homesteader’s life.