I bet after getting a good dose of winter, people realize just how good the weather was back during the summer when it was so hot.
We got eight inches of snow this last round, and ran out of water while it was snowing and didn’t get any until four days later.
By the way, it takes six gallons of snow to make enough to flush a commode when melted, about five quarts. Needless to say, we were kept busy gathering snow to melt. We had drinking water, but not enough to spare any for bathing or washing dishes. After a few days a feller gets to smelling almost as good as a billy goat.
Our grandkids enjoyed gathering snow because it gave them a good excuse to get out in it and get good and wet. But it takes about more than I have to give to walk up my driveway due to COPD, plus other ailments.
I refuse to just say I can’t do anything without at least trying to find out if I can or not. If I keep falling I am likely to rethink a lot of decisions I make and have made lately, because I am apt to break something I don’t want to because at my age, if I become immobilized, I am in a peck of trouble.
I guess I haven’t done all that bad because I have only fallen three times this week. I guess the snow cushions my fall somewhat, but I still get pretty sore.
It seems as though I always land on my behind where I don’t have very much padding, which is mostly in front where I can keep an eye on it. That’s what you call watching your figure. At least I can still look down and see my toes, but bending over and tying my shoes takes quite a bit of thought and consideration.
As a child I enjoyed getting out in the snow, but I am not a child anymore and my joints ache where I didn’t know I had joints.
I have had many diff erent species of birds coming to my feeders to dine, and I enjoy watching them. So far I haven’t seen any crows, thank God.
I sure didn’t see very many ground squirrels this fall, so they must have had a hard time last winter. I saw several gray squirrels right in my front yard eating sourwood seeds.
When bees are gathering nectar from sourwood trees, they make about the best honey a person can get, other than clover and sarvis. Sarvis trees are very scarce. They are the first trees to bloom in the spring, and are snow white. They are a lot whiter than the dogwood or wild plum. They have a blossom that looks like a pincushion because the petals come out all the way around it, and are ballshaped.
As a youngster growing up I can remember hearing people talking about making sarvis jelly and jam, and that makes me wonder where on earth did they find enough sarvis berries to make anything. Perhaps there were a lot more sarvis trees back then. They are so crooked and scraggly looking, it’s a wonder they produce anything at all.
As I have stated before, spring is my favorite time of year because everything is made new. In the winter the trees shed their leaves and look about as cold as I am, and in the fall the leaves are pretty, but don’t last long.
When the leaves start falling it looks as though the trees are weeping and shivering as I do. I guess I have shivered enough and it hasn’t gotten any warmer, so I’ll leave you with this little punch.
A man had labored for hours shoveling the snow off of his driveway, and really had worked up a sweat. He called the local radio station and asked to speak to the weatherman.
The male announcer says this is he, and the caller says, “I just called to let you know that I have just finished shoveling six inches of your ‘partly cloudy’ out of my driveway.”
And that is all from the funny farm until next time.