It began with a patch near the back door where the sun shines. Slowly over the next few days more ground was revealed.
The consistently warm temperatures at first mottled the snow and then made it melt. At last, spring.
Each morning, coffee mugs in hand, my wife Laura... Read More
So we received more snow. Quelle surprise! I spent Friday and Saturday on board Big Red, my diesel tractor, blowing the heavy white stuff onto the already huge piles bordering the driveway and the yard.
We were ‘blessed’ with a lot more snow last week than in the city – at... Read More
So this is spring and now April. No, don’t look out the window.
Out here on our farm we still have lots and lots of snow. So no daffs, no crocuses, nothing green as yet and probably for a while, but I can dream, can’t I?
An active part of that dreaming is the planning... Read More
Greetings Ol’ Man Winter, Sir, Don’t know if you are aware this is the middle of March.
Usually by now we’ve been enjoying warmer temperatures and a steady thaw. Actually, unless my memory is shorting out, we should be seeing patches of green and of course, mud,... Read More
Life in rural areas is full of contrasts. In the city there is constant change.
You just get used to a business when it is gone, to be replaced by something else. There is the ever-moving traffic and people. Nothing seems to stand still. In the country though, the changes... Read More
“I’m back in the saddle again…” – Roy Rogers
Yup, back in the saddle again. Not on a horse but in the seat of Big Red, my diesel tractor and massive snow clearing. Again!
The first time I actually have to clear snow from our driveways (note:... Read More
There is a scene in Hamlet where the Prince chastises his mother, Gertrude, with the line “Harp not on that string, Madam, it is past.” Well, I’m going to “harp on the string” about the continuing wretched cold and snow and how it is affecting life on the farm.... Read More
Saturday night was cold. I felt it as soon as I exited Casa Jones to cross the yard to the barn and begin preparing to bring the equines in for the night.
Son Doug and my better half, Laura, were to follow.
The dogs were ecstatic as usual that one of their humans was going outside. ... Read More
By Fred Jones
This week’s fun tale I’m entitling “But It Looked like It Would Be Fun.”
My son, Douglas, has taken up snow-boarding. I have been his taxi service. Each time I’ve driven him to the hill, Loch Lomond, I’ve stood and watched all of these... Read More