Frosty Day Part I

We are having a frosty day here in NW Nebraska today. I don't think the thermometer got out of the teens all day and the sun never burned through the fog.

The great thing about days like this is that it looks like this all day long:

And my very favorite tree looks like this:

John is gone delivering bulls today so Cole was on chore duty. I decided to tag along.

THE most important thing to any teenager on any task in any vehicle is that the radio is tuned to the right station and the volume is loud enough to discourage easy conversation. Mission accomplished.

My boy is 16, almost 6 foot tall and pretty capable. Note to self....stop being such a mother all the time. At this time I did not heed my note to self. You can't really tell but the windshield is totally frosted over. I casually inquired (about 20 times) if there was a window scraper in the door pocket. Cole mostly ignored me. You see, there was a plan and my job was to tag along....not to orchestrate the events. I was also not to ask about the plan. I am a slow learner.

So while he backed around to the Quonset....apparently using bat-like radar....I strolled around to get a few more frosty shots.

Poor Mrs. Peabody....her top knot of feathers was all frosted over. She seemed a little confused about it too.

Cole loaded up the axe and scoop and then....seeing that the defrost had not magically melted the windows in the few seconds that he was gone....he begrudgingly got out the ice scraper. He is such a good boy.

Much better. We were off on our wintry adventure....

To be continued.......