This is my car.
I haven’t left the farm since last Wednesday.
However, after calling off work Sunday due to snow, Ross decided yesterday that neither rain nor snow nor sleet nor dark of night shall stay him from the swift completion of taking burger orders at McDonald’s.
So he attempted to get down our driveway, against my maternal instincts.
After nearly thirty creeping minutes, he made it…..
…..and concluded it was too slippery. He left the car there and went back to the house.
We’ll call that Life Lesson #452,801 in the Country.
I was biting my nails the whole time and he was scared. French fries just aren’t worth that kind of agony.
But, since I was down the hill observing his progress or lack thereof, I decided I’d walk on down to the freezing river.
I only slipped twice on the way. Here is the rope the kids swing on over the river in the summer.
Here’s the river ford we drive across.
Check out the ice.
Three inches thick.
I managed to make it back up the driveway without falling again. I’m best-suited for staying home and handing out cookies.
Clover: “COOKIES! The angels….. I hear them singing.”
And so, today, we’ll just stay right here. Not so bad. After all, we live on a farm.