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Well, my friends, it is still raining. The plinking or thundering sound of drops on the roof has sort of lost its pleasure. Walking on wet sponges was never much of a favorite thing to do and looking at the creek rushing where our road is supposed to be does not fill Hubby or me with elation.
Now that I have had my chance to grump and grumble, I will tell myself the blessings. I do not have to do laundry for a family and try to dry outside on a line. There was a time…
I don’t have to ‘go’ anywhere. We have food, water, a generator (just in case) and plenty of fuel for cooking.
I have crafts and books to keep me from going ‘stir crazy’.
There is the computer and phone for ‘outside contact’.
There have been moments when the sun has come out, sparkling on the water drops and a rainbow has arched across the sky. So I know that there is blue sky and God has not forgotten his promise.
I think the blessings outweigh the inconvenience.
I will wait, the rain will stop, and no doubt there will be a day we will wish for it to return.


Missouri weather. You just never know what it will be!

March 1, 2013

March 1, 2013


and just a few days later…
pups and a bone 007
Strength, perseverance, beauty, and hope fulfilled.
What a lesson!


Dear National Weather Service:
Once again, you are putting our area under a Winter storm Warning, for snow and ice.
It’s not the first time, this winter, and each time the prognostication has failed to materialize… only once have we had appreciable snow. It is becoming a challenge to keep the faith with your unpredictabilty.
Nevertheless, I have gone through our “Preparedness Plan”, we are well stocked, have made sure that the neighbors have their needs covered and the livestock will have feed and good bedding/shelter if the projected storm arrives tonight.
Yes, I do feel like you have cried ‘Wolf!’, but since we have been out here in the back of beyond without power and unable to travel for several days, I will continue to be ready for Nature to do her job and pound us with her fury.
https://oldentimes.wordpress.com/2013/02/07/preparing-for-a-storm-just-in-case/
It’s a lot better and easier to be ready when the store is 40 miles away…
We will thank you for your efforts to keep us safe, await whatever comes as ready as we can be, and hope for the best.
FYI, We were really really wanting to get the greenhouse started, not battle ice and snow this week.
Just so you know ;).


Yesterday, it was 55 degrees. This morning we woke up to snow falling, sticky wet snow!

Went to town with a friend, the snow was clinging to the  green pines along the road, a lovely reminder of winter. Laden boughs bending with the weight.

The sun arrived, setting the whole landscape into sparkling glory.

So the morning progressed, and it warmed, and warmed yet more…to would you believe 50? Yes!

The snow is but a memory, I can accept that!


Our day began gray and wet, the clouds were leaking, thunder rumbled.
Dawn’s early light was slow to arrive under the sodden sky, as I prepared omelets for breakfast, my mind slipped back to a time when my brother and I ‘carried the papers’, as young entreprenuers in Lincoln Nebraska.
Sunday mornings, Dad would jar us out of bed about 4:30, the bundles of papers arrived on the corner two blocks away at 5 and had to be rolled and prepared. Our method was to load up the American Flyer wagon and trudge out on the route. On Sundays, it was not considered proper to toss the papers, each one needed to be carried to the subscribers porch. In bad weather, they were placed between the storm and entry door, and it must be done very quietly so as not to wake sleeping households.
Once done, we headed for home, Dad and Mom would have breakfast ready most Sundays when we arrived, but on the ocassional morning with a grand sunrise and fair weather, the parents and all 5 of us kids would load up in the old stationwagon, a stop was made at Klein’s Bakery for fresh made doughnuts and we were whisked away to one of the city parks for breakfast and play before the crowds arrived.


I’ve been listening all day to the reports of Winter Storm Nero and its impending arrival. It is not going to do anything where I live, we are having some much needed rain and it is supposed to get a little colder tonight, but nothing serious.
I was thinking, though, of what Hubby and I do when a big snow or ice storm is expected. Since we do not have the luxury of running a few blocks to the store to grab milk, bread and such…
First is to make sure there is plenty of propane, for heat and cooking. When we had wood heat, a good stack was always piled on the porch or next to it and covered with a tarp. That way there was some reasonably dry to catch up the fire.
Charge the cell phone and make sure the trusty corded land line phone is hooked up. New batteries for flashlights and the hand crank weather radio close to hand. Kerosene lamps/Coleman lantern prepared and matches or lighter handy.
Jugs of water, if the power goes out our water supply stops. And should that happen, be sure to open water faucets so the pipes do not freeze and break. Leaving the tap open might not keep the line from freezing but will relieve the pressure.
Gasoline for the generator! Our generator won’t power everything, but it will by judicious use, keep the refrigerator and freezers going enough to keep food safe.
Food, well, I am not a horder, but we have plenty. We might go short on a few things but we can make do.
Food for the animals: dogs, chickens and pigs. And make sure the straw for bedding is refreshed
Not least of my prep, is books and craft supplies to keep occupied. Again if the pow.er is out the satellite and internet are too.
Most of this is our perpetual prep. Ice storms, blizzards, remains of hurricanes and derechos have left us in the varied places we have lived with impassable roads and no power for days and even a couple of weeks, and I figure it is easier to have it and not need it than need and not have…
As long as the roof and walls hold we are good, so far God has taken care of that and keeping us safe.
If Nemo is headed your way, please stay safe!

Pea soup fog


Some years ago, when I was still making a daily 80 mile round trip commute to work, I learned to measure fog.
Over the twisty hills and down in the hollers, you might have ’40 mile an hour fog’, ’30 mile an hour fog’, and pea soup.
The kind that reflects headlights back and blinds you whether it is daylight or dark. It was good to KNOW the road, you certainly could not see it at times.
It has rained most of the day, temperatures have risen from 31 and a bit of icy rain early on, to 55 now as the daylight fades. These conditions have brought on the pea soup type, dimming the trees across the road and even shrouding the nearby shed and chicken house in a gauzy film of grey.
We need the rain, and are blessed by the warmer temps.
I have no where I need to go, so I will enjoy the evening with a book and some crafting, blanketed cozily in my pea soup fog.


about the place, deer cam, snapper 032First of all, this challenge was met with laughter. The nearest ‘street’ would be the county highway, a bit over a mile from my house.

These days, our street, finally designated a county road for purposes of 911 identification and more recently mail delivery is still ‘an old dirt road’. It has progressed from a set of parallel tire tracks wending through the woods, to a solid dirt road, in most places wide enough to allow two vehicles to travel without danger.

That stops at my driveway and the two tracks continue off toward the barn and beyond, still leading a few four-wheeler riders and horseback riders to adventure. Most of the time though, a vehicle arrives here with guests or someone lost. And you can’t depend on getting here using GPS, it will take you down the wrong turn off about a quarter mile away. A few years ago we had some issues with census takers, one who insisted we actually lived somewhere else.

The county comes out from time to time and runs the grader or adds gravel to the surface when weather takes a toll. So I chose a photo of work being done, back in July.

Don’t get me wrong, it’s not a bad thing living out here at the end of the road!