Before I get too far into my yarn about winter, I want to stress to you the bus we got on each school day would stop at our mailbox, which was down a long lane bordered by trees, as our house set back about a block from the bus stop. So you can believe there was some snowball throwing as we went to get on that bus. And when we got home, we caught you know what from Mom and Dad if they saw us doing it.
Oh, what a wonderful time we had playing in the snow, building a snowman or making a fort to hide behind from the other throwers. It was fun to live out there. And once the winter weather left, we knew it was time to prepare our garden with care so that we might have those good-eating veggies after growing season was over. You might say I have been gardening just about all my life, and I love it too.
So getting back to the winter weather we are getting now: I don’t get out anymore than I have to, as I have to take care of my health and also my little lady of the house. She is a good woman, and it hurts to see her having bad days. But when I said I do, I meant it and so did she.
That is a good thing about being retired; I don’t have to get out if I don’t want to. That is the reason we worked all those years, and if we live long enough, we get to experience the rewards of doing so.
Ray “Uncle Ray” Day is a weekly contributor to the Kokomo Tribune. Contact him at email@example.com.