Collecting the logs in a snowstorm...
Well almost. Yes I know, I know - you can if you look carefully still see the tops of the short blades of grass; and by the time I had washed my hair, got dressed and out it had stopped snowing; but it is the nearest I've been to this lifelong ambition.
I have always, wanted to be snowed in and to have to battle with the elements as I stagger to our wood pile in heavy snow and driving winds, to gather wood to warm my family. The snow blinding me and freezing my cheeks - the family watching from the window willing me on as I stoop low carrying our precious load. Yeah, I have a tendency to lean towards the dramatic, but then get me on the topic of having to use a shovel as well and watch me go into orbit!
Devon awoke to snow again after an evening of torrential rain. Well it's more slush in our town but in other parts of the county people are without electricity and some being stuck on the roads, slept in their cars. Me, jealous? Yeah. Alice's school has closed which I think is a slight over-reaction, but she happy. Lucy not!
Anyway, back to my lifelong ambition #4. I'm bitterly disappointed as it didn't really live up to my dreams. Tramping up a soggy, muddy lane (first in my fake Ugg boots...yeah, how dumb was that?!!) and discovering your shed's roof has leaked onto our once dry logs; then carrying heavy logs on slippery bricks - not so good. Lastly, there was this..
I seemed to have brought most of the snow indoors, stuck onto the bottom of our pink trug. Oh dear. I hadn't thought about that either - see I'm such a snow novice.
Thank you, thank you for all your comments yesterday. I love the 'conversation' we all seem to have - it makes me feel like I belong to a little community. A lovely supportive one at that. I have never heard of tart candles so am going to look into that and the Yankees, Lily Flame and The White Co etc. So thanks again. Have a warm and cozy weekend.
