I did not take this picture of winter here in Pa. but I saw it and thought of the old farmhouse we once lived in when we were first married. Unlike most young couples we did not think of buying a house right off the bat but we moved into an old farmhouse that I loved and I would look out my window and see a tree that stood in the middle of a snow covered field like this one.
We had tough times back then. As my husband says, 'We didn't have two nickles to rub together most of the time.' But we had each other and our families all around us and some of the best times walking through the snow that crunched beneath our feet as we walked a quarter of a mile to the neigbors at the end of a steep hill where our vehicle stayed parked during the cold spells. Some times we would take the sleds up the hill and leave them while we went to visit friends or family then ride the sleds back down the hill like a couple of overgrown kids.
After that it would be hot coco and toast for a treat.
I don't think I could do it now. My arthritus would kick in and I would be lucky to be able to crawl out of bed in a house that cold. But the memories of those times are wonderful and I am so glad I have them.
