It’s Going To Be A Long Winter

Reader Contribution by Ginnie Baker
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I couldn’t believe what I heard on the local weather report on Sunday, November 16 … a winter storm advisory for Monday and Tuesday! A winter storm advisory? It must not include Bellville, I told myself.

Boy, was I mistaken!

I got up on Monday morning to the sight of everything covered in 4 inches of snow with another 3 to 5 inches expected during the day. We also had a batch of freezing rain before the snow fell.

The schools were closed because of the heavy snow and the blowing and drifting. I don’t remember them EVER being closed this early in the school year.

Monday we had a wind chill of minus 13 degrees with the snow. Then by Tuesday, the sun was shining but the winds were reaching 35 miles per hour, and we were still in minus degree wind chills!

When I looked out at the deck covered with snow, it looked like there had been a bunny convention! The deck was all rabbit tracks.

Nothing in our weather forecast agreed with the prediction for those days in the Old Farmer’s Almanac!

We bundled up and went to the barn to feed Samson and Delilah, bracing ourselves against the strong wind. Not a fun walk. The barn is built very well so once inside, out of the wind, we could feel a little warmer. Samson and Delilah were all snug in their stalls, seemingly oblivious to the horrid weather. The only thing on their minds was eating!

I always give them little apple treats when I go to the barn so they were waiting for me.

Samson has learned to give me a “kiss” before I give him a treat. I know it sounds strange, but he very gently rubs his muzzle on my cheek and then he gets his treat. I’m not sure how that got started but we go through that routine every time he wants a special treat. He doesn’t do that for hay, only apple treats.

Delilah’s in too much of a hurry to get something to eat to bother with anything like a “kiss.” She just sticks her head through the bars of the stall and looks at me as if to say, “Well, where is my treat?” She almost stomps her little hoof as she begs for her treat.

As we got ready to leave the semi-warmth of the barn, the only sound was the two of them munching their sweet feed and hay. Ah, life is good for those two ….

By mid-week, the temperature had risen. And this weekend, the temperature actually hit the mid-50s. But, we’re in for another blast of cold air just in time for Thanksgiving.

I wish everyone a very Happy Thanksgiving!

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