01/31/2026
It’s been nearly week since the snow started falling. It’s still white and beautiful, but the reality is, it’s solid ice, and taking care of a farm while dealing with ice and crazy low temps is not for faint of heart. Everyday involves multiple trips hauling warm water for the sheep and chickens and ducks, slinging hay, grain, all while desperately trying to avoid ending up on your backside. The day after the snow and ice fell, my boots punched though the crust, exhausting, but now a life saver on the hills, places to carefully perch each foot (while balancing large buckets of water and bales of hay). Now on the straightaways you can Legolas along and practice your triple lutzes even, but it’s rockbridge county, straightaways are few and far between. So we slide on our bottoms; we laugh and build ice towers and try our best to avoid cabin fever. I was doing okay until today, when I was so looking forward to going into town after 8 days stuck at home; I made it halfway up our driveway and the the 4WD played up, locking me in neutral with a crying baby in the truck and a toddler expecting me at school pickup in exactly 40 minutes. After trying everything I could think of to get drive to reengage, I threw up my hands, carefully climbed out on the ice with babe in arms, and hastened back to the house to call Tim. He was teaching and then had to tour around the Board of Visitors at VMI so he couldn’t get away. We couldn’t find anyone available to help until some wonderful friends were able to pick her up and watch her an hour till Tim was done. He picked up pizza and we drank 2 glorious glasses of wine ending our a day early. That was my week, how was yours?