The Icy Barn Door

Well, it’s June, but it sure doesn’t feel like it! It’s been a fairly cold, rainy June so far in my part of the country. On the other hand, at least it isn’t wintery cold! I’m sharing a poem I wrote 3 years ago about a particularly icy winter we had, to try to make us grateful that it’s at least as warm as it is!


Hailstones pelt my face as I walk,
Endlessly across snow hard as a rock;
Angling my path to the top of the hill,
Pausing when wind blows so hard I stand still.
Barn lock is frozen, coated with ice,
Hammer’s over here, hit it twice;
Chipping ice away from the bolt and the edge,
Icicles so solid they’ve formed a wedge.
Barn door is finally open now,
Creaked jarringly wide with a cracking sound;
Wind blows door, almost pinning me inside,
Have to use all my strength to open it wide.
Pick up the hammer to de-ice the latch,
Pushing hard on the door when the wind tries to catch;
Finally get the barn door secured,
When the blizzard begins and whiteout obscures.

Morning Magic

I don’t miss getting up before the sunrise, but I do miss those beautiful early mornings when the frost was still etched in pretty designs on the windows. There won’t be many more mornings like that—spring is here and summer is on the way. I’m looking forward to warmer weather and later sunsets. :)

Here are some photos from the mornings at the ranch that I haven’t gotten around to posting until now.


When the Wind Blows

Today I’m going to share a poem I wrote about 3 years ago. I was doing my schoolwork (I was homeschooled) one afternoon during a bad snowstorm, and I started writing a poem in my head. It’s about the isolation you feel at home in the countryside during a snowstorm like that, when the power is out and the wind is blowing snow around so much that you can’t see more than a foot in front of your face. It’s like the rest of the world is gone, and you’re just trying to survive the storm. :)

When the Wind Blows

When the wind blows
And snow flies away,
Signals the start
Of a brand new day.
Crashing, smashing,
Hurricane wind;
The last place on earth
Left to defend.
When the wind blows
And snow flies away,
I’m lost in the darkness,
Forced to stay.

Bareback in the Snow

I got to go for a nice bareback ride at sunset in the snow recently! Molly got a little hyper and started running circles around us. xD I wish I got pictures of that, but I was a little busy making sure Des didn’t get any bad ideas lol.

On another note, today is Destiny’s birthday! She’s 12 years old now. <3 Happy birthday to my lovely fluffy little girl!


Skidoo Trip

Last night, Mal, Jacob, and I hooked up a caboose behind Jacob’s skidoo and drove around.

Later, we stopped to have a fire, drink Mountain Dew, and eat cookies.

On the drive home, it was getting dark and he doesn’t have headlights, so I made him some by holding a flashlight in each hand, pointed straight ahead. xD It worked pretty well and was a lot of fun!

This foggy morning

It was beautiful this morning! It was peaceful and still, a bit foggy, and there was still frost on the trees. I couldn’t help but stop to take some photos while I was walking toward my car on my way to work.


I’m a Shovel

When your friend spells stuff wrong when texting you and you make fun of him for it:


I am too a shovel. And I’m apparently very stubborn too. (He was trying to say “You’re not shoveling” because I was sick. But I tried to shovel anyway.)