Last week we sat down with our banker to take care of getting ready for this year by signing the necessary papers to satisfy the bank and to insure that we have a ready supply of credit through the year.
It was one of those annual events that lets me know spring is on the way and yes, winter will actually end followed by spring.
With January officially behind us and days getting measurably longer, they remind me that there will be days in the coming months when I will be able to step outside without reaching for my coat and I won’t need the heated car seats to take the chill out of those first minutes of driving.
And we will once again be able to open the windows to fresh air and hear the outdoors instead of having to look through a pane of glass that is the boundary line between inside and outside.
Just thinking about it makes me sigh in relief.
By early May we will leave our windows open hopefully all day and night, greatly reducing the difference between indoors and out, when the temperature between the two is almost the same.
Those days from late April on are wonderful as green returns to our landscape and another growing season is underway whether it is corn and soybeans or dandelions and button weed.
Spring arrives as a reward for making it through winter, a worthy reward indeed.
Yes, I am dreaming of springtime, when the weather makes a turn for the better and new life is everywhere from calves in pastures to nests of bird eggs.
The weekend snow storm let us know that winter is still here and not ready to leave yet, so February with only 28 days followed by March’s 31, will keep us from celebrating winter’s exit anytime soon.
But we do have December and January in the past which is fine with me. So far, so good.
Obviously, winter is not my season. It is a time to be endured while waiting for better days.
I try to keep my whining and complaining about winter to a minimum.
It’s not easy, which is interesting since my wife and I are into our retirement years.
As I told someone recently, my wife and I have no where we have to go or things that have to be done each day, and yet I still complain.
That is why filling my head with thoughts of warmer temperatures, fresh air and a renewal of life is such a pleasurable diversion from looking out the window at a cold, bleak landscape while the furnace runs in the background.
It almost makes the idea of mowing the lawn seem appealing. Almost.
Lawn mowing and snow shoveling are both disagreeable jobs, but with lawn mowing, I can leave my coat in the house.
It looks like I have another 60 days of dreaming about spring until the real event arrives.
I think I’ll make it.
Rye is a Farm News staff writer and farmer from Hanlontown. Reach him by e-mail at email@example.com.