Wednesday, November 7, 2012

Living The Dream

Evening chores were done well, but done in haste. I wanted to get some time to warm up, stretch out, and shower before I met friends for dinner. As I walked around the farm, dolling out feed and checking on the stock I kept looking ump kept hoping for those first flakes…

You see, the first snowfall here on the farm is going to be a big deal, regardless of when it happens. Because for years I have raised animals and made Cold Antler my focus and it wasn't until this very season that I could wake up on a weekday and watch a storm come in from my own farm. If I had one complaint about my day job it was being expected to show up during a snowstorm. I was, of course, capable of getting up and driving to work but I didn't ever feel safe on those roads and I didn't like the idea of being away from a place that might need me. Of all the farm fantasies I had back then, it was being home for a snowstorm during a weekday that topped the scales. To be up on a Thursday morning checking the weather reports, watching the sky, not worried about being half an hour away in another state as the weather howled… If we get an inch or a dozen inches, I will be here. It means the world to me.

If you asked me what success means, to me it means being excited for a snowstorm on a weekday.

P.S. Flurries are coming down!

12 Comments:

Blogger Eileen Hileman said...

Yea Snow!!! Take pictures and post them Jenna. Nothing is more exciting or more beautiful than that first snow of the season. Years ago I lived in Europe and I remember driving from Germany to Austria on Christmas Eve. As I rounded the bend, I could see this small village in the distance and it began to snow (not the first snow as there was already quite a bit on the ground) but the first of the coming storm and I pulled to the side of the road and just sat there watching as the snow fell. It was so stunningly beautiful and memorable that even now over thirty years later, if I close my eyes I can still see it, still feel it. Take pictures and make memories to last a lifetime.

November 7, 2012 at 9:05 PM  
Blogger Donna Lovesthe Farm said...

I feel your excitement! I have been retired from the rat race and living on my own farm (the chicken chase!) for a year now. I truly appreciate staying home on stormy days, and not risking my life or at least my vehicle for the sake of a job. And as I write this, I am loving the feeling of my wood furnace warming my house, while my assorted critters are hunkerd down in the barn with lots of hay. The freezing rain means no harm to me.

November 7, 2012 at 9:18 PM  
Blogger Donna Lovesthe Farm said...

I feel your excitement! I have been retired from the rat race and living on my own farm (the chicken chase!) for a year now. I truly appreciate staying home on stormy days, and not risking my life or at least my vehicle for the sake of a job. And as I write this, I am loving the feeling of my wood furnace warming my house, while my assorted critters are hunkerd down in the barn with lots of hay. The freezing rain means no harm to me.

November 7, 2012 at 9:18 PM  
Blogger Donna Lovesthe Farm said...

I feel your excitement! I have been retired from the rat race and living on my own farm (the chicken chase!) for a year now. I truly appreciate staying home on stormy days, and not risking my life or at least my vehicle for the sake of a job. And as I write this, I am loving the feeling of my wood furnace warming my house, while my assorted critters are hunkerd down in the barn with lots of hay. The freezing rain means no harm to me.

November 7, 2012 at 9:19 PM  
Blogger Wayne Jones said...

I'm have only recently started reading your blog. It's always enjoyable but I really like this post. Anyone that has ever worked for themselves has to be excited for your success. Hang in there and keep us updated.

November 7, 2012 at 9:33 PM  
Blogger rabbit said...

Congratulations! You earned it.... :D

November 7, 2012 at 10:08 PM  
OpenID outdoors1968 said...

Enjoy the fruits of your labors, Jenna. You deserve it.

November 7, 2012 at 10:22 PM  
Blogger barbsbirds13 said...

Brings back how I felt when I could stay home with the horses on big show days. One day the wind hit so hard it blew out a large gate to their enclosure. I saw it happen and was able to secure the gate before horsies figured out it happened. Another time they did get out in snow/wind storm, at night, and we didn't know until a neighbor called. That was a wild night finding two spooked horses on hillside roads. THe rest of the night we rubbed their legs with linament.

November 7, 2012 at 10:44 PM  
Blogger J.D. Collins said...

We got about two inches of the white stuff.

The wind is howling. I'm sitting here hand-piecing a quilt (the knitting fever left me), everyone's asleep, my tea's just the right temperature, and I don't want to sleep because I would lose the magic of this moment

Hope your moment happens soon.

November 7, 2012 at 11:19 PM  
Blogger barbsbirds13 said...

I understand the concept of magic in snow falling, painting out flaws of the landscape even though it creates challenges. I no longer live in snow country (AK) so on those rare occasions it happenes here I abandon sleep in order to connect with the magic. Waking up to snow is exhilarating magic. I look forward to reading about yours.

November 8, 2012 at 10:26 AM  
Blogger Ashling said...

Wow...I can totally understand--and envy--that position from a variety of perspectives. Good for you achieving that level of success; I know it was hard-won!

November 8, 2012 at 10:37 AM  
Blogger Trish said...

I wish I could do that too! I've always wanted a farm but that dream seems further and further away as I get older :(

November 8, 2012 at 11:40 AM  

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