Sometimes we are given our lessons with a "clue-by-four" and other times we get gentle hints.
This morning I have been blessed with three easy lessons -
1. Chock your trailer tires like you mean it - even if you think the ground is flat! The two-by-four that I had under the wheel held the trailer - just - now there are cinder blocks between the wheels.
2. Modern refridgerators were not made to fit through homemade stone building doors. Hmm, still not sure where this one is going - do we build a shed for the fridge?
3. Tie panels on the the trailer one at a time - that way, when you are taking them off, you can do it by yourself without having the whole stack fall on your head!
The trailer stayed put, the fridge did not get stuck and the panels did not fall - gentle reminders to think about what I am doing.
May you be blessed with easy lessons today!
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Wednesday, February 28, 2007
Saturday, February 17, 2007
Chinook wind
Yesterday morning, about 3 am, a chinook wind came whooshing across the prairie.
I had been thinking for about the last month that the only thing that was going to get rid of all this snow was either a good rain, or a good chinook. So, it is the wind to the rescue. Funny, I rarely think of wind as a saviour - usually I grumble and gripe about it.
In less than 24 hours of blowing wet warmth (well, warm is relative, but it is above freezing!), our driveway has turned from white ice to slippery, sloppy mud; The snow drifts around the goat barn have gone from 4-foot ramps to 3-feet of slush; and suddenly everything from grain cans to roasting pans is appearing from under the 8 week old blanket of white.
I should be excited - after all, this is what I've been wishing would happen for about a month and a half. But, I do wish the timing had been better!
Robin and Summer are coming to the farm to help me pack this weekend. We were/are going to load all the appliances, beds and sheep fencing into the horse trailer for Shawn's next haul to Arkansas. Now, I hate to gripe, but how do you haul a refridgerator 60 feet through foot deep mud?
I had been thinking for about the last month that the only thing that was going to get rid of all this snow was either a good rain, or a good chinook. So, it is the wind to the rescue. Funny, I rarely think of wind as a saviour - usually I grumble and gripe about it.
In less than 24 hours of blowing wet warmth (well, warm is relative, but it is above freezing!), our driveway has turned from white ice to slippery, sloppy mud; The snow drifts around the goat barn have gone from 4-foot ramps to 3-feet of slush; and suddenly everything from grain cans to roasting pans is appearing from under the 8 week old blanket of white.
I should be excited - after all, this is what I've been wishing would happen for about a month and a half. But, I do wish the timing had been better!
Robin and Summer are coming to the farm to help me pack this weekend. We were/are going to load all the appliances, beds and sheep fencing into the horse trailer for Shawn's next haul to Arkansas. Now, I hate to gripe, but how do you haul a refridgerator 60 feet through foot deep mud?
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