Snow gently falling outside the window. It has blanketed the ground and is about a foot and a half deep. It keeps on falling and may end up like the winters I remember as a child. The snow always seemed so much higher then. The banks were about two stories high and the forts had turrets and walkways, bedrooms and cellars. King of the Hill could send you plummeting 15 feet. Now we use the snowblower and we don't get banks anymore. It does make for some hard crust that can be cut and made into igloos of sorts. There are squirrel tracks and mouse tracks that I can see out the window. Everything looks so soft out there.
Our lives here have been going through some changes. Our business isn't making it. Each month sends us farther behind. My husband was injured after falling 8 feet onto cement and landing on his head. He's been laid up about a week. Praise the Lord, he didn't have a concussion. He did require 14 stitches and his neck and back are messed up, but it could have been much worse. This means that he won't be able to haul a flatbed for quite a while. So much for our business. I guess sometimes things get decided for you. Only God knows how this will turn out, but it helps to know that nothing happens that He's not aware of and in control of. It is teaching me not to obsess over bills. I can't do a thing about them, now. We will be downsizing and selling some of our equipment. This will simplify things greatly. I feel a kind of relief.
Back to the gently falling snow. The warm temps. My loving husband. My healthy, happy children. We are blessed beyond measure.
From Glory Farm.