There are the days before Christmas and the days after and it really is remarkable that they all share one month because really, they have nothing in common.
Oh, you may argue otherwise: breakfast! There is always the farmhouse breakfast!
But after? What a difference a day makes!
First, we spend a while blowing a hairdryer on a set of windows. They've created substantial ice dams. We breathe a sigh of relief when we can release the screens and we take them to the farmhouse shower, where the built-up ice will surely melt.
Then I settle in to grade. From morning 'til dinner, without interruption. No that's not right: I stop once -- for about a half hour. Yes, yes -- to sweep off the porch roof! It may well be the last time. Today, I note that the wood beams are iced over. That's not good. Even my slippers slide. But, I get the job done, enjoying, as always, the beautiful view onto our farmette buildings from up high.
Then, back to reading essays. I read 79 so far. 65 to go.
Evening. A winter still outside. Though I know there will be movement soon. Every day I find new tracks of deer and other animals, many of them quite close to the farmhouse.
Dinnertime. Yes, you guessed it -- leftovers. The day after. What a difference...
Oh, you may argue otherwise: breakfast! There is always the farmhouse breakfast!
But after? What a difference a day makes!
First, we spend a while blowing a hairdryer on a set of windows. They've created substantial ice dams. We breathe a sigh of relief when we can release the screens and we take them to the farmhouse shower, where the built-up ice will surely melt.
Then I settle in to grade. From morning 'til dinner, without interruption. No that's not right: I stop once -- for about a half hour. Yes, yes -- to sweep off the porch roof! It may well be the last time. Today, I note that the wood beams are iced over. That's not good. Even my slippers slide. But, I get the job done, enjoying, as always, the beautiful view onto our farmette buildings from up high.
Then, back to reading essays. I read 79 so far. 65 to go.
Evening. A winter still outside. Though I know there will be movement soon. Every day I find new tracks of deer and other animals, many of them quite close to the farmhouse.
Dinnertime. Yes, you guessed it -- leftovers. The day after. What a difference...
I love your farmhouse breakfasts. They always make me smile. And I truly hope that was the last of the porch shoveling...you make me worry (despite the amazing views)! Happy last exam reading. ox
ReplyDeleteWe had what looked like human shoe footprints in the dogs' yard out back the other day on newly fallen snow, and never found out what it was. It's all fenced in too. Must've been something falling down from the heavens?
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