Friday morning like most weekday mornings I enjoy a strong cup of joe and look over the things that had happened as I slept. I was a bit surprised when I noticed there were school closings not far from here; just a handful but none the less the last notice was Winter: Status CLOSED.  I am not sure why I found this funny, perhaps it is the fact that this winter is hanging “open” as we enjoy the last weeks of April.  So the little town of Winter, Wisconsin will have no school today. Fitting I guess. 

Spring Storm

I have a particular memory from my childhood of a spring storm, much like today. We lived where my Mom lives now; after the morning chores my dad felt he really needed to get to the “other place”. We had stock cows on that farm that he had not been able to get to for days. The “other place” was a farm they own 5 miles from our farm. The snow plow had not gone by yet so this meant he would have to walk. I remember my Mom wrapping the scarf around his neck and watching him head out the door. We didn't have a cell phone of course (because they were not invented yet); I don’t remember if we had power. We didn't hear from him all day. At one point a farm wife from a nearby farm called mom to let her know he had made it there and he and Art were heading to help another neighbor who had lost a number of cows in the storm. They would help get hay and water to surviving animals.

     I am not sure if any of our cattle were lost in that storm, but I know people did lose them. I recall being sad about that; but not thinking about what the farmers had to do to make a living; it is astounding to me. If you have walked or run 5 miles in good conditions, imagine bundling up in coveralls and walking through deep snow 5 miles.  When you arrive there is not electricity to warm you, just an old barn to get you out of the howling wind.

     He worked hard because those cattle meant a lot to him, helping the neighbors was important and it didn't matter what the obstacles were. He worked to overcome them. Life was good. 

The Morning Room

As I get a bit older, the days, weeks and month seem to fly by. I enjoy my job; but I do look forward to every Friday; not for the same reasons as I did years ago; a weekend party. Now it is to have quiet time, which if you ask my husband, we don't do enough. I would agree there is nothing like a quiet Saturday morning to relax, listen to some jazz on satellite radio and of course drink coffee.

In our house we have two main floor living spaces, one was designed for as a family room with a fireplace and built ins, the other as a formal living room. I sit in that one in the morning; we watch TV in the other at night. One year during Camp Grandma our grand daughter Mariah called the more formal living room the "morning room". It stuck, this Friday like most I look forward to Saturday morning, relaxing, drinking coffee and talking smart in the "morning" room.
Here's to a wonderful weekend and some quiet time in your "morning room"!

The most popular topic these days is the never ending winter weather. When the temps finally rise into the 50's there will be dancing in the streets. Aren't you looking forward to the parks filled with children, the green grass and the warmth of the sun as it rises in the sky? I know I am.  

We also can look forward to everything else the warmer weather brings; the family celebrations we cherish every year; Mothers day, the fishing opener, OK for me that is not a big one, but for some that is a date circled on the calendar. Graduations, summer weddings, getting the golf clubs out to hack your way around the golf course; the rush of getting the motorcycle moving down the road. 

Ah yes, there is so much to look forward to, let's not let the minor setback of cold spring temps ruin the day.  Get the bike polished up, sweep the garage floor and set your mind on summer! Make it a great day!