Our fourth grade class had some seriously rituals around snow days. If snow was forecast, we were duty bound to wear our pajamas inside-out, place a spoon in the freezer, and not talk about the possibility of a snow day. If the much hoped for snow-day didn’t materialize, our fourth grade class would start a Salem level witch hunt to find who hadn’t followed the rules.
I now do all those rituals backwards because a snow day on a farm doesn’t mean sleeping in, breakfast in your pjs, or sledding. It means an earlier wake up, extra layers of clothing, snow to plow, and frozen waterlines on top of our regular morning chores. Here is a look at a snowday on the farm