We got another foot of snow at the farm Saturday last night. Sunday morning, Matt snowblowed his way out of the driveway so he could go skiing #powday.
I slept until 10 am, which felt amazing, finished a book in bed and then proceeded to go downstairs, and drink 4 cups of coffee.
Once fully caffeinated I looked outside and the sun was so brilliantly shining off the snow it had become sparkle snow. For those of you who live in warm sunny climates, sparkle snow is when the light hits individual snowflakes and the ground looks like its covered in crystals. It's gorgeous. I suited up and headed outside.
I spent a few hours clearing snow, staring at my neighbors giant tractor & sweating my a** off. At one point, the neighbor boys pulled out an old snowmobile from their barn and were towing one another behind it in a tube across their hay field. I love Northern Michigan.
We have a tiny snowblower that works absolutely perfectly when you own a small ranch house in downtown Cadillac. But our new living situation is quite different. The snowblower kept shutting off as I pushed it into snow piles, because the piles are too tall for the snowblower. I slipped as I pushed the little TORO up the driveway hill, swearing as my knees hit the ground and I nearly knocked a tooth out on the handlebar. I looked longingly at my neighbors giant John Deere, it looked like an advertisement in "Farm Living" magazine as he effortlessly blew snow from his driveway 2,000 feet off into the distance. At one point I actually said out loud "a thing of beauty."
I was sweating so badly at this point I unzipped my 8-year-old GAP black parka and took my gloves off, the 14 degree air bouncing off my ruddy cheeks.
When I made it to the bottom of the driveway, my neighbor had just come out into the road to turn around. He slowed his machine and turned it completely off so we could talk, I just let go of the stupid TORO snowblower handle and my hog silenced.
"Yeah, definitely!" I smiled, I'm wearing an alpaca headband and my glasses are so fogged up I can't really see him so I'm sort of just looking towards where the voice is coming from. "Definitely confirming how badly we need a tractor" I laughed, "but it looks like we may have found one on craigslist."
He asked me the brand, and the size, the make, the model, the engine size, the attachments, the bells, the whistles. I replied "It's kubota orange!"
"Yeah but how big?"
I'm quickly learning that out here in the country, the size of your tractor is extremely important, "not small, but not giant???" I replied.
I waved and acted like the snow really needed my attention, feeling like a total badass when the TORO fired back up on one pull. Meanwhile he turned a key in an ignition and fired his rig back up it sounded like a hot rod.
I worked for a while longer, the dog just laying in a snowbank watching me. I had fun for a few minutes pointing the snow in her direction and watching as she opened her mouth and tried to bite it all out of the sky. In the end I decided that all the snow wasn't going to get cleared, the TORO wouldn't make it through half this stuff, so I made a tiny little path just for the subaru to get out. I planned on parking in our lower driveway (long, straight and paved) when I got home and leaving the upper parking lot to be drifted over. I sort of 'kissed it goodbye' until the spring.
I came inside, turned the heat OFF (how bad I was sweating) and made a protein smoothie before answering some emails. I also searched tractor ads on craigslist again.
An hour or so later I headed out to drive to town, brushing the Subaru off and smiling and waving at our neighbor as I left.
We live so close to town, but out here it feels so far away. That is what we love about it. Fingers crossed this guy makes us a deal on the tractor. I'm sure an entire blog post will need to be dedicated to the first time I get to drive that puppy out and move snow on my own. Until then, I'll just swear at our little TORO & work up a good sweat.
We've spent most of the past two weekends like this. Moving snow, cooking lots of delicious healthy food, playing outside and working on the house. Date night on Saturday was my idea of heaven, I wore yoga pants, we made popcorn and drank good wine. I was sleeping by 11. I think a part of this all is some sort of natural hibernation we do in the winter. Additionally, looking at our summer, and how close to fully booked we are, I know that these weekends are needed.
We watched an animal special this afternoon about how grizzly bears work like crazy all spring summer and fall just so they can sleep all of winter. Noted.
I went to town and ran some errands, buying supplies to make my Valentine's Day Cards while I was out.
And when I came home? All the snow was moved. Every bit of it. The parking lot driveway absolutely perfectly cleared. With 6 foot tall piles of snow everywhere. Dan had come over with the tractor when he saw me leave.