Wicked wind. It’s funny but the days on the farm that are the worst are the winter ones with wicked wind. Though talk to me in Spring and I’ll probably say something different. But perhaps not. The wicked wind cuts through your clothes and chills you. It freezes the buckets into giant ice cubes and makes them harder to carry. It makes everyone grumpy from the smallest bird to the largest sheep. Cooped up from the wind the sheep get antsy. Unable to get out of the elements enough the geese get frustrated. Though I can’t tell if they are just frustrated because I won’t give them free access to the feed – - because they are gluttons or if it is the constant wind battering them that does it. Geese aren’t much for buildings so they seek shelter on the hill and tucked up close to the buildings. Today they were hanging about the grain shed.
These are the days I have to really remember that Spring comes and so does warmth. Usually I’ve gotten a tougher skin to the temperatures. This is where the warm winter does not help me at all. Today felt just as cold as ever and I never did warm up. Even now my toes are cold. And I’m tucked under two blankets in my room with the heat set at 70 degrees. Today I think I won’t warm up until actual Spring. This weekend if it hits 40 degrees I’ll probably think different.
I’m fickle like that.
