We may not be genetically related, but that's a technicality seeing as we are soul sisters. And you better not mess with my big sisters, because they're more certifiably nuts than I am.
Gina, manages a +40 head horse rescue in Oklahoma.
Gayla, also lives too far away, all the way in Texas. She's off the chain too.
No matter where I am, or what I'm doing, these two have my back. I don't think they realize how much I look up to them.
And worry about them... so when a storm was leaving a path of destruction in Texas and snow in Oklahoma, I radioed Gina to forewarn her, and demanded she send the snow my way. I see far too little of it in Alabama.
This is apparently all the snow she received. "Causing major snowdrifts against the barns", she wrote. Beware, Gina has a wicked sense of humor.
A few days pass and I get a package in the mail from Oklahoma.
A bag of water, two lumps of coal, a carrot and some buttons.
No way. YES WAY! Gina sent me the snow I'd requested.
My homage to the gift: a sculpture titled 'Oklahoma Snowman, A Still Life'.
Long live the sisterhood!
Later, to my added delight, Winter actually remembers that it is January and it returns to us full on.
Fashion parade. I love Winter jackets, winter hats, the cold crisp air in my lungs.
Bring it on!
Yes mother, I do wear my favorite Owl hat in public.
And much to Flynn's embarrassment, I wear this winter felt hat out too. Apparently I look Gilligan.
If it gets colder than the predicted 21'F Tuesday night, I might have to break out some of my true Canadian arctic gear. I'll really embarrass him them. Keep your fingers crossed.
And keep a log on the fire for Peter.