The freezing rain sitting on top of the layer of snow is soft underfoot, but will ice over by morning. The salt sits by the door in a impractical plastic bag with handles. Not trusting the handles, carrying it from the car and into the house, I nestle it against my body like I would a baby. Early in the winter, I found a large tin can that holds enough salt to cover the steps and then some. I broadcast the salt on the steps and walkway in the same way I would feed the chickens leftover cooked rice. I know what I am dealing with when it comes to winter, so far I have survived.
Despite the cold, the snow and ice there is evidence that the ground is thawing. Puddles and mud are abundant. As the seasons change, so must there be a shift in my thinking and planning. I realize that I am so unprepared for this next season. I don't know what to expect. I don't even know if I have a working lawnmower to manage the nearly 5 acres of lawn.
The challenges that winter has brought are faced day by day. When I need help, it comes. Spring is just another season with different set of challenges that I will face day by day. When I need help, I will get it. All I have to do is ask and trust that all will be well.