Prince Snow Farm


Digging Out

 We are digging out today!

And digging!

We had somewhere around 20" give or take.

But the drifts are crazy, almost over this stonewall, up to the doorknobs etc...

It's easy to shovel right now (some nice neighbors used their snow blowers yesterday).
Uncovering the cars was the worst.

And we have such a narrow street to begin with, that now there's just about enough room for one car at a time. I'm not sure what I will do if someone is coming the other way!

And did I mention that we are expecting a little Friday and a lot on Monday?

I am available to housesit your tropical condo, beachfront resort, etc….

For now, I am going to go reheat my morning coffee, thaw out, and pay some bills.

Happy Snow Day!


Brrrr Blizzard Juno

 Just a quick post to let you know we are fine!
We have had about 20" of snow and it's still snowing hard.
The wind has beed hurricane force at times.

And remarkably, we still have power. Wahoo! After the last blizzard, we didn't have power or heat for days. I have never been so cold. It really made us appreciate what we have.

It's been so windy that the birds are getting pushed by the wind. The snow is blowing horizontally.
We stocked up the feeders to keep them full and happy. As spring approaches we will gradually back off. We have a nice thicket filled with berries and insects to keep their bellies full.

We couldn't see out any windows this morning. It was like nighttime. Now we have some places we can peek out. The kids have been out and even sledding. Ah to be young!

And lastly, I want to share one of my son Noah's photos. He has been eagerly photographing the south coast of Massachusetts. I'm pretty impressed with his eye, and his ability to teach himself how to use his camera and lenses. You can follow him on Facebook as The Coastal Photographer.

STAY warm!!!!!




 Sometimes when you come home from work
you need to leave on your down vest…and scarf and boots.

Sometimes you need to take a look out the kitchen window at the woods, mid-way 
through loading the breakfast dishes into the dishwasher...

…and acknowledge the something that stopped you in your tracks...
maybe it's the way the sun is playfully dancing across  the pines….

…reminding you that the days are indeed getting longer...

…or perhaps it's the junco sitting on the railing of the porch, watching you…waiting to see if you choose regiment over spontaneity…

….whatever the reason, you cross your fingers that your camera isn't flashing low battery, and you head outside, knowing that daylight slips too fast in this first month of the year.

You step outside expecting the winter wind to cut across your cheeks,

yet the air is calm, and trees still.

You wander, knowing this place that monopolizes your spring, summer and fall...

this place with remnants of your heart…a stolen blossom, seeds dispersing...

echoes of your heart running like children up and down the hill.

You embrace the feeling, 

drinking in winter's infusion of pure air and windswept grasses.

This time you once viewed as barren, 

is instead an intermission only for nature.

And as you head back up the hill, with a knowing smile and numb fingers,

you understand why you were invited.


The Edge

There is something to be said for that time between wake and sleep. 
After watching Jeanne Oliver's first segment in her "Becoming: The Unfolding of You" series, I turned off the lights and absorbed every ounce of silence in my bedroom.
I've tried to discover who I am before. I've tried to "listen" to an inner voice. 
But this time was different. It happened IMMEDIATELY. 
"You are meant to teach." 
I heard it so loudly and clearly. And I panicked.
I have taught for 23 years, and  I thought I was being called in another direction.
Then the voice said, "Teach from the heart."
And I knew. Right away.
My garden. My flowers. My crazy trailing pumpkins.
I am meant to teach others about it all.
I'm not sure how. Or when. 
But I am ready.
Thanks to Jeanne.
And Silence.
And Listening.



 First off, for my loyal readers, I apologize for my absence.
My dad passed away recently, and my time and mind and heart have been with my mom, and family, and trying to get through this difficult time.

 I think I am ready to come back now. My heart still aches, and the tears still sit so close to the surface. But I think he would have wanted me to get back to writing.

So as I talk about my word for 2015, "CHANGE", I suppose that he is the catalyst.

For I truly don't believe I am the same person I was 17 days ago.

 But somehow I will dig deep, and persevere.
 I will use my sorrow to look for the light...
 I will draw from a faith that was unending and pure...
 And when I long for a word of encouragement from this man who 
taught me a love of birds and flowers and nature...
 I will look to the heavens for his quiet nod of approval...
a wispy cloud, a hawk in flight, an ocean's breeze.
I will carry him in my heart forever....a bouquet of zinnias....tied up with a bow...from him.
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