|this snow drift is over 7 feet tall|
It got me thinking, why would a farmer hate snow? I figured it had to do with trying to care for the livestock, keeping the house warm, and just the brittle cold air that is outside. I am an adult now and I can understand the way Grandpa felt. But at 41, I still love the way the snow looks as it falls. I love the way the snow brings on the feeling that Christmas will soon be here. But when it snows in February and the temperature is in the single digits, what is there to look forward to?
|My dad's gooseneck trailer surrounded by drifts|
Right now, it covers all of our farm and looks like the opportunity for a new beginning. A blank canvas, if you will. I don't ever want to hate snow like my great-grandpa, it has it's purpose; kind of like labor. But that is a story for another day.
In the meantime I will be grateful for snow. It means new things are coming. I just don't get to see them yet. What about you? What does snow make you think of? I'd love to know.