Saturday, unexpectedly, it began to snow. It wasn’t in the forecast, and when the first flakes came floating down, I thought that was all we would get. But the snow set in, and continued through the afternoon.
It was a nice snow too. Not terribly cold, and no wind to blow it into drifts.
Just gentle flakes falling to earth and clothing everything in white.
I hopped into my car, and took off around the back roads between the farm fields and pastures.
I passed old barns, windmills, and crossed over old bridges.
I stopped often to look and take pictures.
A neighbor’s calf, born in the fall, takes little notice of it’s first snow. She’s more intent on nursing from mama.
Old barns, unused and neglected for years, seem to take on a new dignity in the snow.
A cattail, half of its fluff missing, wears a new white cap.
While a small bird huddles in a snowy bush.
As I took pics, neighbors passed by and waved. Strangers passed by and waved. One of them stopped and asked if I had car trouble. I had expected this. In rural areas, if you stop you car someone will sooner or later stop to see if you’re ok. Just one of the perks of living in the country.
When I was in school, the bus would often get stuck on snowy days. The driver would leave the oldest kid in charge, walk to the nearest farm (no cellphones then), and come back with a farmer in his tractor. The farmer would pull the bus out of the snow drift, and we’d be on our way again. I used to love it when the bus would get stuck. It was so exciting.
What are your most exciting snow travel memories?
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