We have a snow storm coming. And let me tell ya, I am kinda happy to hear that as this winter has been anything but wintery so far. My farm has nary a blanket of snow like it usually does. It's more like it has a crinkly bit of saranwrap of snow adorning it, which is not winter-like at all.
I mean, I haven't even been snowshoeing once, BLECH!
But, that should change as we are supposed to get up to half a foot of floof over the next twenty-four hours. I mean a girl can hope, right?
Because I feel like if it is going to be cold and dreary, then there should at least be a modicum of snow to enjoy.
Aside from the my want of snow, things have been playing out in the manner of winter things around here. I've been getting seed catalogs and forming a garden plan for the year in the recesses of my cranium. I've also been getting ready to head back to college for the first time in eighteen years. This next Wednesday is kickoff day for that endeavor, and I have to say I am more than a bit excited.
Yesterday, we got our daughter back on the road for her 500+ mile drive back to college. She is taking the equivalent of 36 credits this semester because she is INSANE! (I more than love her!), on top of a full course load, she also added an anatomy and physiology online course out of a school in Kansas so she can graduate with her nursing degree in four years. Plus, she is starting an EMT course because she wants to work as an EMT or in the emergency room as a CNA this summer and has to be an EMT to do either of those. Oh and did I mention she also has a job as a CNA at a care home at nights on the weekends and is on the college shotgun team.
That girl, I tell ya! (Much proud).
Anyway, she made it home safe last night and I am feeling a lot less aprenhensive. Mainly because while I was helping my whirlwind of a daughter get ready to depart I was also taking care of the hubs who has been down with the worst case of illness I have ever seen him have. The only thing he said Wednesday was for us to get the tractor, dig a hole, call our vet, and put him in a coffin in it. Poor hubs (he is much improved today).
Which brings me back to this morning. This morning I needed to bake my overnight artisan bread dough that had been doing its thing on top of my dishwasher overnight. I bake this kind of bread frequently, but today for some reason I had a bunch of cat callers in attendance.
I mean, they all were wound and everywhere to be found. Teela took up her position as head critic on top of the gaming chair and stared at me in a manner that was a mixture of Professor Mcgonagall and a touch of Hannibal Lecter. I swear every time I turned away from her intense gaze that the hair on my neck rose.
The pressure to perform definitely was heightened today with such a cadre of cat critics in residence. One thing I pointed out to them is that the quality of my loaves have infinitely improved since I started taking the time to measure my water in a liquid measuring cup instead of whatever I grabbed.
The Void didn't seem to be too impressed by my technique improvement.
As I placed the loaf into the Dutch Oven, I decided that I wasn't going to let their pack intimidation tactics sway my vibe and instead reminded them that I was in possession of the ultimate weapon of dispersal.
The spray bottle full of lavender hydrosol.
Nothing evaporates a pack of intimidating felines like a few sprays of lavender bliss.
Well, maybe the vacuum, but I only deploy that WOMD in times of true terror.
And on that note, it's time for me to get back to work, there's garden beds to plan, fuel levels to check pre-storm, and some chickens to feed.
And you can bet your last chew toy that I will be alert for some feline interlopers during my progress...
And as most of the time, all of the images in this post were taken on the author's yet to be batted around like a squeaky toy iPhone. The text divider image was made in Canva.