It's snowing here today. In fact it's been snowing here for two days straight. And it takes me right back to the snowstorms of my youth on this same farm (except that now I'm the one worrying about whether the water will freeze, and when we'll be able to get a car out, and where the hell is the sleeping bag in case the power goes out and we're freezing to death.) But the fun parts - that reminds me of when I was a kid.
There's this one hill that's perfect for sledding. Perfect in that it's not only steep, it also has just enough obstacles (tree, fence, creek, thorns) to provide some excitement. In my experience you have to have both elements for a truly satisfying sledding experience - because without the obstacles, the stories told in hindsight have no punch. Just one long string of "it was awesome!" There's no poetry in that. But with the obstacles, the stories are all about the near misses, and the heroic bailouts, and the epic runs. And that, friends, is what we've had the last couple of days. Along with a lot of hauling hot water to the barn, and finding the missing snow shovels, and watching The Office. But the sledding - that's what we'll be talking about when the sun comes back out.