Snow – Bound
Well sir, while you are trying to figure out all of those foregoing “Views” of mine from the “Back Forty”, let me tell you about this country of yours and mine.
This here winter weather reminds me somewhat of that there winter, some years back. That was the time when we were really snow-bound, for days! That was when me and me little wife Mirandy, together with our son Hiram lived in this little log cabin here on the “Back Forty”. I recall that it was sech a nice, bright, lovely day! Our supply of firewood was getting’ kind of low. We, Mirandy and I, thought that this would be a first rate day to lay in a supply.
So, Hiram and I hitched up our team to that trusty bobsleigh; and with a well-sharpened crosscut saw, axe and shovel set off for the wood lot. We were both in a good cheerful mood. The team was in fine fettle and the bobsled runners were in good running’ shape. However, there was something in the air that just didn’t seem just right.
Well sir, we had just started sawing’ and chopping when it sudden-like clouded over and it started to snowing’. At first there were just a few large flakes. Then as the sky darkened, the snow started in; falling’ faster and heavier. It snowed real hard, that it did!
When we thought we had gotten quite a load, we decided to pack up and head for home. It was getting real dark by now and snowing faster and faster, great big flakes. It was so dark and stormy by now that we could barely see where we were going’. This is when even the team got lost. Horses usually know where the barn is, no matter what. There was no sign of life any where. It was just pitch black and white snow.
After drivin’ blind, as it were, for quite some time, we realized that the snowing had stopped and the sun had come out. But we couldn’t see any sign of our little cabin! After our eyes had gotten used to the bright glare of the sun on the snow, Hiram, whose eyes were keener than mine, even if his mind wasn’t, spied a chimney just sticking above the snow. He saw a curl of smoke curling’ up. We both smelled the aroma of coffee and sizzlin’ bacon. Right then, we knew that this must be our cabin down there, buried in all that snow, with Mirandy, Hiram’s mommy working away getting our breakfast. Bless her loving heart!
I do not need to tell you that it took a deal of shoveling to get to that cabin door and some nice warm breakfast.
Somehow, Mirandy was not worried a bit. Even so, she was mighty glad to see us with that load of stove wood, which she had badly needed to finish getting’ breakfast.
Well, it was mid July ‘fore that snow was all gone so that I cud get at the spring plowing! That was sure some snowstorm!
Timothy Haystubble (Grass Roots Philosopher)