Oh, What to Do When Winter Blues Got You Down

Although Winter is officially over and Spring is here, I thought I would share just how to find ways to survive snow and cold. No, this is not a post on how to get your vehicle out of a snow drift. For that remedy I suggest staying home. ๐Ÿ˜Š

A little windowsill gardening

Crochet a neck scarf

Make a pair of mittens…for when you do have to go out and shovel snow.

Or a whole ensemble, hat, scarf and wrist warmers.

And if Winter persists on continuing to dump snow on you and your back is done with shoveling snow, make a blanket.

Then, end the day with a bowl of soup or chili and fresh baked bread. โ˜บ Life is good.

Taking a Wrong Turn at Albuquerque

This story really has nothing to do with Albuquerque, but the journey reminded me of an old Bugs Bunny clip where he gets lost. Now, for the adventure…

My hubby, KW, and I have been looking to purchase a hay baler so we could bale our own pasture hay rather than hiring someone to do it for us. 

KW found one on Craigslist, 76 miles from us. About an 1 1/2 hour drive on the freeway. (Now, first of all, when you live in a rural area like we do, 76 miles/1-1/2 hour drive, isn’t out of the question.) No problem. ๐Ÿ˜Ž We would have to pull it home with our pickup. We just had to take the back roads and stay off the freeway. No problem. ๐Ÿ˜† We knew we would have to travel slower, but there’s nothing like a scenic drive. Right?

So we arrived at the seller’s and after KW walked around the (near antique) John Deere baler, kicked the tires, checked it all over…the agreed upon purchase price was given to the seller and away we went. A very pleasant early Spring drive with a baler in tow.

We had been told by two different people from the area that the back roads would keep us off the freeway and would be easy. Besides we had our “smartphone” and Google map. What could possibly go wrong? ๐Ÿ˜Š

“Do we cross the freeway and go north?” “No, Google says to continue this way…yes it is a gravel road but…” ๐Ÿ˜•

Well, not long into the journey, the gravel was gone and it was dirt. “No problem. It’s dry. A little rutted, but it will be fine.” ๐Ÿ˜’

Then we came to the creek crossing, a creek meant to divert the flash floods that can occur in a high desert region. “No problem”, KW says. “There is no water in it. We can cross it.” ๐Ÿ˜ฎ

Then we came to a gate, followed by more gates, to keep the free range cattle somewhat contained. 

Somewhere along here, a jackrabbit ran across in front of us, looking somewhat perplexed as to why we were in his neck of the woods, er, sagebrush. At one point, a helicopter was coming toward us going in the opposite direction.  I did think for a moment that it would hover over us and using a speaker, tell us to freeze, get out of the vehicle…๐Ÿ˜จ

A couple of hours later (felt like days later) we ran out of road and we were forced to get on the freeway…only for a couple of miles…until we could get off again and continue the journey on the back roads  (now paved…woohoo). People driving on freeways do not appreciate slow moving traffic driving on the shoulder at 35 miles per hour. Go figure! ๐Ÿ˜ฒ 

Days later, ๐Ÿ˜ซ I mean hours later, we arrived home safe and sound. There’s no place like home…I have a new compassion for those who journeyed West on the Oregon Trail. 

Wheat Harvest

I have been so busy this summer that I have not blogged very often. So I am trying to catch up.

We harvested our wheat in July, then baled the straw and sold most of the bales. The wheat grew well and we had a great abundant crop.

“Life on the farm is kinda laid back…” song by John Denver