I do not complain at the change of seasons because I like it. I like the changes that take place all around me. I enjoy seeing what the next season brings.
This week has been pretty much all 4 seasons in a week. On Monday it was like a nice spring day here in Buffalo, NY. Temperatures were moderate and the sun was out. Tuesday was like an early summer day. The temps were warm enough for a t-shirt and short sleeves. The man of the house and I took a wonderful trail ride in the early evening.
Wednesday we were back to fall weather with cool Northerly winds blowing. I took advantage of the weather to finish preparing all the animal houses for the winter. The horses heated water buckets were set up and plugged in.
And today, Thursday we were into winter. The snow fell on and off all day. The horses didn’t mind and were happy to be in the big pasture getting a tummy full of good hay.
The picture looks blurry because of the snow blowing. But it wasn’t sticking to the ground yet as it’s too warm and still good for bug hunting for the chickens who did not seem to mind the snow either.
And in the house the wonderful comforting smell of a big pot of chicken noodle soup filled the kitchen with a nice warm fire going in the woodburner.
There was even a jar saved to give to Grandma tomorrow
It seems I am always apologizing when we go out with friends for being the first to say it’s time for us to leave. I may seem like the “downer” in the group as I don’t drink like I used to, want to stay out much past a wonderful dinner and after dinner drink and I turn down many invitations to join great friends for a night out. It’s not that I don’t enjoy it as I truly do. I love getting out with our different groups of friends for a dinner at a new restaurant and socializing. But after a great conversation over a nice dinner and drink, I am ready to head home. So out come the words “sorry guys we have to get going”. My friends are used to this from me now and sometimes they will try and convince me to stay for one more drink. But most know it’s a waste of their time. .
Last night after dinner at a new restaurant in Buffalo and heading upstairs to the “hip” bar simulating a bar in the arctic carved out of ice, I was trying to figure out why I was counting down the time in my head to go home. I enjoyed being there with my friends and had a great couple of hours over dinner and drinks. But it hit me….I like my friends, even love some…but I love my home life more!! I like being there to tuck my kids into bed. I like knowing they find comfort in knowing their mom and dad are home and they are safe and sound. I like knowing my barn is secure and all of our animals are fed and set for the night. I like feeling fresh and not over tired the next day after a few hours out so I can enjoy what ever the day brings.
So after a brief stay in the arctic setting I decided I am not sorry and I will not apologize anymore when I feel I want to leave. I very nicely leaned into the group of our friends and said…time’s up for me. I’m ready to go home talk to you all soon!!