Winter and a horse trough

A good winter crust comes once and if we’re lucky twice a year.  This year it came twice, and we took full advantage of the hard snow for a fun filled morning of sledding and fun. My dad came over on the four-wheeler this crisp and white morning to take the girls sledding, right in the middle of breakfast.  Have you ever tried to feed applesauce to two little girls who no longer desire the luscious taste of cold mushy green stuff, and have learned the art of dumping and spreading to make it look gone? Quickly they hopped out of their little chairs and ran to get their snow gear stating, “Whoa it’s all gone!”  It only took a few stomped on toes and “get back here so I can zip up your coat!” before they were out the door. Grandpa pulled the girls for at least an hour on the crusted snow and Kya (who just turned three) screamed with delight as she tried to surf on the sled.  The horses stared lazily, munching their breakfast, and roaming the frozen field uninterested in the screams and rather loud event playing on around them. After my quick morning jog, my mom grabbed the camera to go take pictures of the girls. This is almost an impossible feet with my three year old who refuses to cooperate for anything other than Scooby Doo, in the end we got a few side shots.

Against the fence there resides a very empty water trough that has been repatched with tar and other dark goos, the perfect play place for two little girls. The bottom was covered with ice (it was still only 25 degrees) and the girls slid themselves over the side learning quick that it was necessary to hold on or they would splat on their rumps.  For 20 minutes the girls entertained themselves in the trough, laughing, giggling and sliding all over the icy bottom, while I got a few minutes to enjoy life, sunshine, and a beautiful morning.