|The farmhouse, 2015|
|The farmhouse, 1920s|
We had a wonderfully white Christmas at the homestead. If one of us watched a little too much football to suit others, then perhaps the beautiful white landscape and the sledding made up for it.
Despite the football games, Mike is the unsung hero of our farm Christmas. I take care of planning, shopping, and packing boxes, and then Mike packs it all into the pick-up, knowing full well he's going to pack most of it back out. The responsibility of getting us to the house through the snow is his, and once we’re there, he de-winterizes the already winterized house, which he’ll have to winterize again when we leave. He also keeps the fire burning in the insert.
During our holiday week, the world was not only white but cold – mostly in the low 20s with very little daytime variation. It snowed several days – not big floppy flakes but a steady sleet. When it wasn't snowing, I watched for photo-ops.Over the course of the week, I’ll bet I took a hundred pictures, a few of which I selected for this post.
|Moon on Christmas night|
Mike and I didn’t go to the farm until Christmas Eve, and since we hadn’t been there for a month, I had made very few on-site preparations. Mike helped me put three strings of lights on our new slimline “pencil” tree, and then I tossed a few decorations on it. I did some other “instant” decorating and called it good.
|House from pond|
So, Mike and I shared a quiet Christmas Day. Of course, Christmas Day has a special quietness of its own that reaches even the country where it’s always quiet.
|South side of barn from pond|
On Saturday, son Clint and his family – Elisha and Maycie – came for lunch. Elisha and I baked cut-out sugar cookies while Mike and Clint went sledding. Maycie took a couple of runs on the sled, then came in for a nap on the sofa.
|Bess and Mike|
Hallie and Nick came Sunday evening, the 27th. That was Christmas Eve for us, and after breakfast the next morning we settled down to share our gifts. Everyone was well-remembered, as Ina might say. Mike got books for his winter reading enjoyment. I got a color book, and Nick gave me his wonderful sets of colored pencils, apparently unused since his college days. (Ina would approve this sort of gift.)
|June's field toward lane|
On Tuesday, Ken and Ginny came for lunch. It commenced to snow more heavily and they left about 3:00. Wednesday, Nick and Hallie drove to Orofino. Her Jetta got stuck at the top of the lane, so they took the Dakota. Thursday, New Year’s Eve, they left, after one last game of Dominoes. Mike and I stayed over Thursday night and returned to town New Year’s Day. We’ll go back next week to complete our winterization. KW