As I am writing this the snow is currently blowing in sideways and we had an ice storm overnight. None of this is particularly bad because I am warm and cozy beside my gas stove typing away on my laptop. However, before I was nice and cozy I was up early making breakfast and lunches for the day, getting kids out the door to school, and then putting on as many layers of clothes as I could find to go out and tend to an injured goat and feed and check on all of the other animals. My warm cozy time will be short-lived as I am headed back out in a little bit. But it got me thinking for a minute about why this is the life my husband and I chose…
I mean, it is easy to see why we would choose to live on 35 acres of rolling green hills, with trees dotted around here and there and animals and kids alike out running around playing in the afternoon sunshine. In the summer. Summertime out here is fairly easy. There are still more chores than most of our friends encounter in their everyday lives but I don’t mind that when it means I am getting to be outside all day pulling up fresh veggies from the garden and eating lazy dinners on the porch with such a stunning view. In the summer it is everything I had dreamed it would be.
In the winter, that is not always the case. There are parts of winter I do love. I like the down time. There are days like today when any outdoor projects that we really “should” be working on just can’t be done. Winter is my time to work on projects in the house or on getting back to writing on here which I enjoy. Or even just sit and read a book for pleasure that has nothing to do with livestock or the newest methods for energy efficiency. The thing is, summer can’t be the joyful time I love without some extra work in the winter. The animals still need to be fed, eggs still need to be collected, water can’t be frozen, and bedding still needs to be clean and added to. Because they spend more time indoors in the winter it is more likely to have illnesses (that includes my kids and the animals). It is always around this time of year that I start dreaming of spring, and warm sunshine, and growing gardens only to be reminded that we still have months to go before that reality will take place.
The wintertime blues. They are what they are, but that is okay. I can put in the work now, and dream by the fire when I get the chance, and soon enough we will be back outside in the warm sunshine knowing exactly why we chose to go a slightly different path than most people we know and loving every minute of it.