Glancing around the kitchen at the pile of breakfast dishes in the sink and the mound of laundry near the stove waiting for the water to heat, Helen was a bit envious as she watched her two oldest children go careening down the slope of the back lawn toward the stone wall that separated lawn from pasture in their make-shift vehicle. Nearly a foot of new snow had fallen overnight finally turning to rain in the early morning hours. Just before dawn the thermometer took a steep downward plunge Continue reading
Waking early to discover nearly a foot of new snow on the ground seemed a wonderful way to start our Christmas vacation.
“Let’s get our sleds out and go up past Uncle Will’s to just past the Bear’s Den Road and slide back down to the bridge,” Chester suggested.
Before Allen, Eleanor, or I could answer, Mom responded from the kitchen.
“Not until you have all eaten your breaKfast and done your regular Saturday chores. The plows will have gone through by the time you have finished up here and that means brushing your teeth, too.”
Chester groaned, I rolled my eyes, Allen sighed, and Eleanor set her lips in a determined line. Continue reading