This is the blog of an Island girl who married a country boy. A girl who's always longed for a farm and a menagerie of animals. Watch and read as the dream begins to unfold.
Tonight, as I lay warm beneath the covers of my bed.. Neptune (our latest blizzard) is baring down... the wind blows... the snow swirls ...prompting my thoughts to travel back in time..a simpler time...one of a young girl...living on an island....a time when blizzards were a common winter occurrence...there was no weather hype...no mad dash to the grocery store or gas station...living a somewhat isolated island existence...one where the last ferry departed the island at 7pm and would not return till 7 the next morning... you were prepared...or if by rare chance you were not your neighbor was... with a winter population of perhaps thirty families...the island was a tight knit community... one where neighbors helped neighbors...gratitude came in the way of a baked good...a jar of jam or perhaps a jar of pickles "put up" the previous summer...A blizzard was exciting, weather forecaster's never really knew how much snow we could expect or how hard the wind would gust, but as children, we remained outside constructing snow forts, igloos and snowmen for as long as our parents would allow...boredom was not in our vocabulary... One of my fondest memories as a child is not really a memory at all, but a feeling...with the last ferry long gone...cut off from the outside world...I felt safe... secure..across the water far off in the distance the faint sound of a foghorn...such a calming sound ...a road crew of three... George, John and Uncle Ronnie... keepers of the night ...plowing roads...keeping us safe as we slept...I can still recall the sound of the old plow truck as it rumbled up the hill outside my bedroom window...a window which most winter nights frosted over with the most delightful icy patterns...It was a different time... a simpler time...but one which I will hold in my heart forever...
a glance out my kitchen window warmed my soul...As we prepare for yet another blizzard here in New England...I know spring will arrive...later rather than sooner, but it will arrive..
The temperature is at zero...snow is falling...again...the house is quiet...much to quiet...Travis is spending the day with his "Mimi"...I am spending the day in bed...not by choice mind you...the virus I caught two weeks ago (yes, I had a flu shot) has now manifested itself into pneumonia...cough...cough...my main goal for the day is to bring the girls their warm oatmeal and blueberries...it is tough being a hen in winter...stuck in a coop with a bunch of catty females...almost as difficult as it is for me to be stuck in bed....Okay...I made it...a few hours late but I'm sure the girls won't hold it against me...tomorrow is another day...one that is without snow in the forecast...I hope~