The frozen rain/sleet is hitting our farmhouse windows and I hear the wind howling outside. The temperature on the farm is 26 degrees and likely to plummet when the darkness takes over the daytime. Today is a day I'm very grateful that Farmer J is a teacher and home on winter break. My goal is not to leave the warmth of our house today, and so far, I'm on target to meet that goal!
Our old farm was nestled in the woods and Kettle Moraine landscape. This farm, our farm, is surrounded by flat farmland on all sides. We have ~4 acres of woods but the open fields around us leave our little bungalow open to the whipping wind coming off the barren corn fields.
So far, our sweet bungalow is holding its own against the wintery winds and cold. At times, especially when upstairs and in the north part of the house (i.e., Pickle's room), it feels like the whole house is shaking and you can hear the wind rush through the walls. But Farmer J keeps the kitchen cozy with a chuck roast and root vegetables in the slow cooker and hot chocolate for the boys when they come in from the blustery outdoors. Pickle is taking a long winter's nap under a hand made quilt with the only light in the room coming from the Christmas tree and faint bluish grey light coming in through the windows from the setting winter solstice sun. JJ is reading a book while sitting on the hard wood floor right next to the heat register. I'm working at my desk with warm slippers covering my frozen feet and a scarf wrapped tightly around my neck. My nose is cold and has just the faintest hue of red.
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