posted on January 19, 2014 19:28
It started this morning around 11:00 am. I'll called my nephew Charlie and asked if he wanted to go sledding. His reply, "I was just getting ready to call you to see if you wanted to go." I told him I'd pick him up in ten minutes. My 18-year-old daughter, Kristin, her boyfriend, Cody and his sister, Jessica joined us. We found the perfect spot. It was in the cow pasture and had a few brier bushes and sink holes, but if you were raised on a farm - this kind of stuff is expected and accepted when sledding. The cows were very curious and watched us with their big round eyes. Two of them actually started to follow us, and looked at us with questioning faces, as if to ask, "May we have a turn." There are just some things that happen in the country that seem natural to me but very strange to most of the world.
I bet we went up and down the hills at least twenty times. This was one of those days that I would bottle up and save forever if it were possible. The sky and hills were beautiful. I was with my loved ones on our family farm. There were a few setbacks, but we never let those kind of things spoil our fun. Like the brier bushes poking a hole in our air sled (which my handy brother fixed as quick as a wink) or landing in the creek a time or two (it was only a little slushy so we didn't get wet). I think The Pioneer Woman would be very proud of our day of sledding.
After that we played cards with my parents, then at a scrumptious dinner of toasted cheese sandwiches and tomato soup. We even made s'mores in the fireplace in the dining room for dessert. I ask you, could there be a more perfect winter's day - with cows?