Flashback Friday: Snowfall

 

End of the line for me and my old Buick. My driveway starts right as the hill crests. Ten more feet and we would have made it! Oh, Harvey.

 

Winter.

Snowfall.

Driving home on slushy roads.

Curves winding back and forth

following the creek.

Finally home,

only to venture out again.

A rescue mission!

My beau,

stuck

two towns away

at the bottom of a valley

between two steep hills.

A tricky place for bald tires.

Flashback Friday: A Series

It's no secret, I miss the rural atmosphere;

the secluded house on the hill

the fresh eggs and farm market bread One Eyed Jacks every morning 

the acres of forested land to explore

the windy, hilly back roads and thank-you-ma'ams

I even miss the never-ending chore of chopping and stacking firewood

the moo-ing of hungry cows in the morning

the layers of chicken shit caked on my boots

the bitter cold, 17 room farm house that I called Home

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I recently put a book together

It's full of pictures that never made it to the internet

I'm trying something new here;

Each week I'll post a little something about the little farm in the Catskills.

Maybe I will stop missing it so,

or maybe I'll run out of things to post.