The office where we write has been five degrees C ( for those impervious to Celsius, that’s a solid 41F ) and dropping. It’s very, very, very “fecking” cold. I curse myself daily for not getting that last twelve rolls of insulation I’ve been meaning to pick up. The cold here doesn’t last that long, so it’s almost quaint. But quaint it ain’t. The snow hasn’t melted for a week or so. And did I mention that it’s cold? Am I whining? I can’t be too upset, our toilets flush and our water runs which is more than I can say for some of our friends. We’re locked and loaded for spring. Bring on Spring.
If you keep moving, the cold wears off and you get in the zone. Sit down for ten minutes and the chill sets in. Today, we’re above the negative temperatures and things are dripping away. The show must go on in this cold and each day Brent is out there feeding the cows and keeping on top of our next pile of work. He says that it’s cold, but it is stunning. Gorgeous pasture, woolly cows and sweet smelling hay from our first cut last Spring reminds you that we’re just about through this winter crap and moving on to the busy time of seeding.
Brent parks his tractor out in the cold with a view for a few days with a little bale of hay to keep it warm. When it thaws, hopefully it’ll get running again. We learned a few things about running a tractor in the cold. We’re not a tractor heavy type of farm, so with a little muscle, he keeps things running.