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The Glamorous Side of Life

February 24, 2015

I love that this morning when I opened my eyes, the sun was shining and the sky was blue. Unfortunately it was still minus 2 degrees. It seems that every time I look at my phone that is the temperature. I have declared to my family many times that I can handle the winter as long as the sun is shining. Well, truth be told, I can handle it because I try to never leave my house. My girls on the other hand, are the daily caretakers for all our animals. Twice a day, no matter if the sun is shining, the snow is falling or the temperature resembles the artic, they bundle up and head outside with never a grumble.

I decided that I needed to tag along at least once. I love to talk about our bunnies, ducks and chickens, eat wonderful fresh eggs, and enjoy the semi-farm life… from a distance. However, my girls are the ones who live the reality of that which I only gaze at. Today I am sharing reality with you, not a glamorized version. Most magazines and blogs seem to present the perfect version of life, and as we all know, life is seldom perfect.

So to start with, here is my very un-perfect mud area. It is aptly named. The floor is constantly covered with mud. The only time it is free of mud is when it is covered with snow. There is plenty of hay and straw also as my girls bring back all kinds of surprises from the barn and coop.

Notice our wonderful system for hats, gloves, and scarves. Why organize when a pile works just fine.


We have coats for every member of the family, and quite possibly half of Kokomo. I don’t know where they come from. I think they are mating and multiplying while we sleep. One thing that I do love are the ice skates hanging ready for use. If the temperatures would just get up into the 20’s, the girls would be outside skating on the rink their daddy made for them. They deserve it, but here is the reality about that. A Zamboni is not in our budget, so to skate, quite often the girls spend an hour or more clearing the ice of snow before they ever get to skate.



Here is our small pile of poop boots.


Next, it is time to prepare for the elements. Just call me Nanook.


The girl’s daily routine calls for switching out frozen water bottles twice a day. They bring in one set to defrost until it is time to switch them out. Carrying a bucket full of water bottles can be muscle building.

This is no easy feat. I almost slipped and fell on my way out and I wasn’t carrying a heavy load.


Their bunnies are very grateful for the drinks.



Next it is the chickens’ turn.




When the chores are done, even when it is so darn cold, they like to linger. Sometimes that means snuggling bunnies, or an adventure on the frozen creek.



My little birdhouse still has its nest from last year, or could it possibly be a sign of spring.

This is my favorite place. This is our spring and summertime destination where lemonade is sipped, bare feet are propped up and great stories are read. It won’t be long dear swinging friend. Thank you for waiting for us. It won’t be too much longer.


At the beginning of winter, I told my girls that we could butcher the chickens so that they would not have to care for them through the winter. They declined the offer. They said they did not mind taking care of the animals. Reality is not always glamorous, but I am thankful mine is near perfect because of two hard working angels.




2 Comments leave one →
  1. Sherry permalink
    February 24, 2015 8:39 pm

    That was just sweet! I enjoyed the tour! Thank you for inviting us into your world. It is lovely, even if it is below zero! 🙂

  2. Judy Kaufmann permalink
    February 24, 2015 11:25 pm

    Delightful blog today. Love those girls!!! (and you too!)

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