View from the bottom of the sledding hill.
Looking west towards the Meyer homestead.

Things can change quickly where I live.

Within an hour of bumpy sled runs

rattling at my  bones,

I watched this view go from a balmy January day

to downright cold.

I could feel it in my hands, in my arms and in my backside.

While I made sure the troops were bundled and snug,

I was ill prepared for the change.

Not worried about gloves,

I forgot them at home.

Left my snow pants way down yonder in the car–

didn’t think I needed them.

And I wore a thin jacket

instead of my cozy down-filled.

At the end of one of our sled runs

the 4-year-old and I laughed.

I for one was glad we had “made it” once again.

Looking up to see the gray clouds rolling in

I uttered a silent prayer of thanks for this view:

Cold it was,

bringing

beauty

and Change.

Anna, Lily & Scarlett at Meyer’s Ranch sledding hill. In milder weather we can walk here from our home.

Scarlett was done.