I survived the snow storm.
As usual, it was a lot of hype and not the major storm they predicted. The snow was beautiful and the roads were a little tricky for a few days but no one had to survive on Beenie Weenies due to the lack of milk and bread.
And we can all say an “Amen” for that.
We did venture out and enjoy the wintery landscapes.
The above picture was taken on a part of the farm known as the “Milt” place.
Forever I thought everyone was saying the “Milk” place. I imagined an old dairy farm…an old country store that sold milk.
But no.
Apparently someone named Milt owned the farm years ago…Duh.
Sometimes things go right through the hairspray with me.
The Milt place is not easily accessible. It’s not off the main road or even off a side road. It’s very off the beaten path. The front access is by a hidden trail and the back is across a creek.
Not a lot of people know about the Milt place. It’s very isolated.
So anyhoo, we traveled down to the Milt place, which consists of a large wooded area full of hardwood trees with a large open field that is a great place for watching deer and other wildlife. On past that ,you enter into what I call the “pine tree forest” which consists of a narrow trail into hundreds of full grown pines. The trees are so dense that it’s like walking into another world.
It’s my favorite place on the farm.
Once into the forest you venture across two abandoned structures. All that remains of the first structure is a large mound of stones left from a fireplace from many years ago.
This is the second structure.
Beautiful.
Upon a closer look I noticed this….
Sometime in the last half year or so, someone has walked for miles with paint cans and paint brushes to write a poetic message on an old abandoned house. Who has been wondering in our woods and why?
Strange and creepy.
This is why us country people carry guns.
Even stranger was this cryptic message I received from the Sirius satellite receiver…
I don’t know about the first message but the second one I’m sure was meant for me.
