This message is from: "Arthur Rivoire" <[EMAIL PROTECTED]> Hello Everybody from Carol Rivoire at Beaver Dam Farm in Nova Scotia -
> This message is from: "Janne" <[EMAIL PROTECTED]> > Ok ok ok, stop talking about the summers, and beaches and all. We have 25 > below today with windchill way below that. HELP!!!! I grew up by the > beach and Nova Scotia looks alot like Norway, and here I am on the prairie of > ND. Aarrgghhh. Must be love, - actually it is! :> > > No really, Carol, your place just sounded so wonderful this am, can we forward > the clock to summer anyone!!!!?? But then it does sound like a harsh winter > your way as well. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Hi Janne - A "harsh winter" doesn't begin to describe it. It's hellish this year. We've had some horses living outside all winter in run-in sheds with heated water tanks and all the hay they can eat, plus huge servings of warm, soaked beetpulp twice a day -- But, yesterday it got so bad that we had to make room for four of the horses in the barn. And even with 17 horses in the barn, the loft full of hay, all the loft hatches covered up, one side of the barn mostly underground, and the other side banked with hay . . . . the buckets are still freezing over a little. Good God, this is the worst I've ever experienced, and I grew up in New England. -- Our Nova Scotia climate is supposed to be moderated by the ocean. -- not so this winter. I've been reading the Carriage Driving List, and all those driving people who've moved to Florida are actually getting to me, and I'm not a Florida type person, and could never envision living there. What with the snakes, bugs, and no seasons . . . there was never a question in my mind. Until ow -- A Dick Francis character, Scottish, I think, once said he always thought that a person who lived in a warm climate could never be completely oral. -- I laughed when I read that realising that I agreed. But, now I find the thought of living in Florida with the horses flitting through my mind, and I'm fighting to banish this heresy. -- When the demon gets hold of me, I look at pictures of our gardens in the springtime, summer & fall. I think about all the delights of a Nova Scotia summer, and I remember my vow NEVER to be so foolish as to leave Nova Scotia in the summertime ---- No matter what the enticement. I remember that just last week when the last frigid spell loosened its grip on us, how absolutely balmy it felt. How nice it was to be outdoors in 23 degrees farenheit. How I prolonged my time outside. - And how I reflected that if it hadn't been for the totally miserable weather we'd just been through, I wouldn't now be basking in the relative warmth of 23 degrees. Kind Regards, Carol Rivoire
