Sunday, February 8, 2026

February Farm Diary: Day 7

Thankfully, the ice slid off the high tunnel not long after the storm.  It doesn't appear to have done much damage.  

Saturday dawned bright, and the sun made our little corner of the world seem warmer than it actually was.  

But what a difference the sunshine makes in my outlook and just the appearance of the landscape.  It illuminates, sparkles and shines, especially when there's a snow on the ground.  

My hubby worked again (propane is still a hot commodity right now), so I thought I'd get out and enjoy the scenery.  One of the best places to do that is on Jake's Heavenly Hwy.  

I drove to Dad's and had coffee with him and my brother while they ate breakfast. (I'd already eaten.)  

I enjoyed their company for a couple of hours, then I stopped by Daughter's house to see how she was liking her new grain mill.  

She'd milled some fresh flours and made banana chocolate chip muffins that were delicious! Moist, with a tender crumb but about as wholesome as a baked good could be.  

Did you know that milled wheat loses much of it's nutritional value within a very short time?  Days? Even hours?  

Standard white flour from the grocery is basically empty calories.  

But that's a whole other story.  

After I got back home and did a few things--cleaned out the fridge, etc.--I suited up in my grungy overalls and went out to help feed and get some more fresh air.  

The sun was still bedazzling, although the wind was sharp.  I moseyed around and snapped a few pictures.  

Ice is such a novelty, despite it being a nuisance to walk or drive on.  I'm forever amazed at the way it forms during the freezing/thawing cycle.  

Note to self: It's not only underfoot; it's hanging overhead! 

Hopefully, we'll see the last of it for winter 2026 this week.  A thaw is coming, the weatherman says! 


"From whose womb comes the ice? And the frost of heaven, who gives it birth?,"  God asks Job in chapter 38.  "The waters harden like stone,  and the surface of the deep is frozen." 


Psalm 147: 16-18 says: "He gives snow like wool; He scatters the frost like ashes; He casts out His hail like morsels; Who can stand before His cold?  He sends out His word and melts them; He causes His wind to blow, and the waters flow."




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February Farm Diary: Day 7

Thankfully, the ice slid off the high tunnel not long after the storm.  It doesn't appear to have done much damage.   Saturday dawned br...