I have decided that the dreaded winter weather word is not cold, or wind, or snow. It is “below”. We are currently at 8 degrees with a wind chill of 20 degrees below zero. I’m not sure that should even be a real number.
Of course we are not having school and Gary has not been to work. I doubt that we even leave the house before Friday…if then. We have about two inches of ice and four inches of snow on the ground. I have seen one vehicle on our road and that was the highway patrol.
I have occupied my time by working on my book and one thing that has been foremost in my mind is how our ancestors survived storms like this without warning. They must have spent each day of winter prepared for the worst! Not only did they not have several days warning of an impending storm, but they had no idea how long it would last. Gary’s elderly cousin in Iowa told me that the reason why she had such a stockpile of wood and supplies was because during the early years of their marriage a storm trapped them in their home for three weeks.
Well, at least I have taken a few bird photos. NO I did not go outside. No way. I threw bird seed out the back door, waited a couple of minutes, then opened the door a little bit and took the photos. Of course some, like the heron one, were taken through the window, after I melted the ice off the inside of it. The poor heron stayed by the pond all day. Gary and I checked a couple of times just to make sure he was alive.
Stay well and warm today. I’ll be right here.