Sheila Kay Adams

Weather Report from Eskey's Ridge #30

Weather Report from Eskey's Ridge... 2 degrees on the kitchen porch this morning. And the snow is still on the ground. Last night the half moon set the whole world a'dazzle... tiny rainbows and glowing mist as far as my eye could see. My little wood stove is being helped by the monitor heater but I bet you if a feller sat up and loaded wood into the stove about every couple hours, that little critter would heat the house up just fine. I was tired last night since I'd been up the night before fretting about the cold... Everything takes about three times longer to do when it's this cold. According to the Old Man this is not the coldest it has gotten in my part of the world, either. "Why in 1985, my weathering brought temperatures of -18!" I peered out at him from my layers of thermal underwear, flannel shirt, wool sweater and heavy coat. "How about we not strive to break our record, Old Man." He laughed. "You sure look a sight all bundled up that a'way!" I laughed, too. "I reckon I do. You look all spruced up this morning, though!" He did a little back step and jumped up and clicked his heels together. "For an Old Man, you sure get feisty during all this cold," I said from beneath my several layers. He cocked his old derby hat forward over one eye and winked at me with the other. "Oh there's gonna be more of my weathering than you can shake a stick at, Missy. You just wait... Hold up, there. Where you running of too? I'm still talking to you." I just sailed through the door with my arms loaded down and closed the door behind me. He's out there hollering about gravy and biscuits again.... sigh. He'll just have to holler on till the cows come home. His weathering is tiresome... beautiful but very tiresome. Hope all y'all have a great day and stay warm. Please feed that Old Man some biscuits and gravy if you see him! Love and hugs from the Ridge to each and every one of you. xoxo SK