Last week we told you about all of the repairs around the farm that needed to be done now that the winter’s snow had melted. Silly us. Snow doesn’t melt in Sharon Springs in March. It simply steps out for a second. And it came roaring back with a vengeance two days after we wrote that last post. In fact, last Friday we had the most snow we’ve ever had in one day since we moved to the farm: 40 inches.
Yes you read that right…40 inches in one day.
You probably didn’t hear about our snow on TV. Because unlike most major metropolitan areas, we don’t name our storms or call them things like “BOMB CYCLONES!” We still use the old fashioned word: “Blizzard.” In fact, the old timers call it…well…they just call it: “Snowing.” Or: “This ain’t nowhere near as bad as 1953.”
People here don’t get into fights in the supermarket over the last loaves of bread and milk. If we don’t have bread in the house, we bake it. And if we need milk, we milk something. If there’s a fire or emergency call during a blizzard, local residents are standing by, ready to use their pickups to plow through the storm to help the volunteer firemen & volunteer EMTs get through. When the power goes out, we start a fire. And if the power stays out, we transfer the stuff in the freezer to a snow drift. The Governor declared a State of Emergency for our county and banned all cars from the roads. But at most we were in a State of Minor Aggravation, and we’re not stupid enough to drive during a blizzard anyway.
Still, though, 40 inches is pretty impressive. So we thought we’d take you on a walk around the farm again…or at least as far as we could make it out the door…