With yet another night of frigid cold (-20 degrees F), I push forward concentrating more on
the very moment right in front of me. Spring seems so far in the future I haven't even thought much of the gardens I will plant.
There have been no breaks this winter. I can't remember the last time we saw a temperature above freezing - usually there is an occasional warmer than usual day to boost your spirits and remind you that spring will come.
Another day of jumping on water buckets to break the ice, bringing in armload after armload of firewood (thank you dear husband), trying to think of another creative idea to do inside, warming up every little while by the wood stove - truthfully, it is tiring at this point. With Emmy coming down with the flu this morning, Mike won't be able to join Isaac and Nolan on a trip to the Boston area to shovel roofs with my father - there is great money in that right now. I was afraid being on my own here on the homestead would put me past the breaking point. I was afraid I would have to tell Emmy too many times that I can't snuggle with her because the wood stove needed tended or the animals needed me, or the next meal needed to be prepared. I was afraid that I would lose it from being exhausted after having to get up every 2 - 3 hours to put more wood on the fire. Mike and I are a team and this time of the year, truly depend on each other. The money would have been a wonderful blessing, but we're not doing this life for the money anyway.