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Venturing Out

We enjoyed today what one sleep-deprived meteorologist called an "ice sandwich." A layer of snow covered in ice and then coated with another four inches of the white stuff.

I ventured to the end of the lane to get the mail and newspaper. I guess all that rain, sleet, snow, dark of night stuff is for real--both were delivered on time.

What do tough country kids do when it snows? They put on their Carhartt jackets and head out.

I may have spawned a fair weather farmer after my own heart.

We live on a busy county road, with cars usually whizzing by at 55+ mph. Today, there was little evidence we even had a road at the end of our lane.

Here's the view facing west. I only include this to impress my husband who often laughs at my inability to know which direction I am facing. The little blacktop showing is courtesy of my brother-in-law who scraped the lane and then kept going.

THIS is snow removal country style. Oh, yeah. Of course, Husband spent all day shoveling out the pigs, so my car and little cement pad behind the house remain covered in ice sandwich.
You know you're married to a farmer when ensuring that every animal has a place to poop takes precedent over de-icing the minivan.


  1. Hi, it's Erica S. from Carhartt Marketing. Great pictures! It looks like Carhartt weather there. We love to see kids out enjoying their Carhartt gear. Have a great day!

  2. Love your winter wonderland pics. Never get snow here in AL so I will enjoy yours! Thanks for sharing.


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