Won't Say a Word

I won't tell you about all the snow we got. About how we got over 3 feet of snow in 2 days and they are calling for yet another foot of snow on Tuesday. No, that's not what I am going to talk about today.

I won't tell you how we have had to shovel a path to the chicken coop and how relieved I am that we moved the coop closer to the house from the original location alllllllll the way in the garden area or else we'd still be out there shoveling a path to the chicken coop. That's not what I am going to talk about.

I won't tell you how the path to the chicken coop no longer looks white and pristine and it will only get dirtier until the snow all melts away. Nope, not talking about that.

I also won't say a word about how it has been so cold that there was frost on the inside of our doors and the condensation dripped down and froze between the door and the door frame which makes it nearly impossible to open the door. Not a word!

I also will not say that we were not very smart and left our van parked in the usual spot in the back of the house and the kindly neighbor's tractor plow couldn't make it up the hill past our garage, so we had to dig and dig and shovel and shovel to get the van out. Not a word about how we had to shovel from the window of the garage all the way up and around to the back of the house. I won't be saying that we are sore and our backs hurt and we have blisters on top of blisters. I will say, however, that we have now parked the van in front of the garage this time. We do learn from our mistakes.


What I will talk about is how much fun the kids had in all the snow, and they made this snowman taller than them! How they ran and played and made snow angels and jumped from the back of the truck into huge piles of snow. I'll talk about how they came in with rosy cheeks and twinkly eyes and cold fingers and toes and warmed up with steaming mugs of hot chocolate.

I won't say that the snowman is now buried and I won't talk about how I have what seems like hundreds of wet mittens and socks and hats and scarves and boots and snow pants lying about in various stages of dampness.

No, no, not a word about snow!

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