|Here is our winter storm pic.|
The fury of the storm blew through just like they predicted. Every aspect of life here in North Texas has ceased. Those of us who live by satellite to get our information from the TV and internet were rendered helpless for most of the day.
The quite brought a refreshing sound to our everyday hustle. The only noises made were from the family living as if no contact to the outside world was a normal occurrence. But as I sat and enjoyed the peaceful fruits from my labor, something was missing. I could not put my finger on what it was or did I spend much time thinking on it, it was just not there.
All day it was hard to keep a smile from drifting across my face. A glowing bed of coals and the sound of crackling wood warmed my soul and sang music to my ears. A big pot of chicken and dumplings cooking on the stove drifted its scent throughout the whole house and at times sparked a bank of memories from my youth. But yet, there was still something not right and I did not know what is was, but it was not there.
In complete silence I watched from the frost covered kitchen window at the snow gracefully falling and coating the muddy landscape masking ugly with perfection. Sipping a hot cup of coffee I watched my half grown daughters play in the snow as if they were once again small children and this was their first winter wonderland.
Turing my attention away from the brutal snowball fight, I stoked the fire once more and welcomed the warmth it was giving me. Watching the hypnotizing glow of the embers, my mind drifted to that one thing that was missing and tried to place it.
I walked down the hall and over to the thermostat which read a comfortable 70 degrees and that is when it hit me. The one thing that was missing was the sound of the heater. That awful money draining necessity has not been on all day.
I grabbed a book off the shelf and settled down near the fire, kicked my feet up and could not help the little smile that was spreading from ear to ear.
|As always when a storm blows in something gives birth. This little buck and doe are the new arrivals to the Mini Farm and are doing great.|