New HampshireWinter

When in New Hampshuh’

By March 19, 2013 13 Comments
Miles Run:  5.3
Icicles hanging from eyelashes:  10
It was so so cold this morning.  My face hurt, my hands hurt.  Good thing my running buddy was back from Florida.  She had a tan.  
New Hampshuh’ is a place of extreme weather and frost heaves (the very bumpy roads in March due to freezing and thawing of roads) that prompt immediate labor.  It’s no wonder Nelson was born so quickly the Dr. still had shampoo in his hair and Paige was born in the triage room.  April and March babies!

We are expecting another monster storm tonight.  Aren’t you jealous?
I should not be excited, but I am so happy to sleep in, tucked away under covers while snow falls.  Early morning, freezing-cold runs make sleeping in delicious.   That’s Paige up there.  In the blizzard.

Even doggie has a hard time getting out.  That’s snow that drifted up to the door.

Isn’t it fun playing outside????

Nelson does his duty

Cope does her duty…wait a minute…
When the snow finally stops it’s mighty pretty

Though snow fall creates havoc with the gutters

When in New Hampshuh’, you look for New Hampshuh’ adventures.  Especially when Grandma is visiting.  We love putting stupid hats on Grandma.  It’s the New Hampshuh’ way.  We went exploring in Narnia and got lost and were scared by a herd of cattle and one angry bull.  It wouldn’t have been a bad way to go.

In New Hampshuh’ ice fishin’ is practically a religion.  This is on the lake we swim at all summer.  Isn’t that a cute little ice house?  No one seemed to be home.

What’s inside an ice house?  Coffee, of course.  When you’re getting up at 5 a.m. in the pitch black with freezing temps, to go fishin’, you might need that pick-me-up.  I wonder if they’ve heard of green smoothies?

Peek-a-boo…

This guy was out drilling holes so he could fish.

Inside the little ice houses are holes in the floor.  Then you can sit in your little house with your fishing pole submerged in water, chawin’ with your buddies.
Two children were good children and continued on with the adventure.  Hoping the ice really was frozen all the way across.  We trudged out to blueberry island, an island we swim to in the summer for a super work-out.  Trudging was a super work-out as well.

Fishin’ poles

This is my favorite ice house.

Which way does the wind blow?

I’m exhausted, mom!

Amazing what can still grow in freezing temperatures.

What were those other children doing during the adventure?  Don’t they look excited?

At least they were reading, right?
And then I walked home so I could check on the maple sugar taps.  They’re not really my taps. They’re Eric’s, the sugar man’s.  I just like to see them working.

Getting sophisticated with these lines.  When the temps go up, the sap will flow.  And we shall have our pure maple syrup.

Mother earth, can you please hurry up?  It’s pancake time!
Classic New Hampshuh’

Nice, friendly welcome sign.  

Just know if you ever want to come visit me, I won’t shoot.  I’ll say, “Welcome to New Hampshuh’.”

We’ll talk about the Red Sox.  And the pitchuh’ and the catchuh’.

If you’re a teachuh’, your students will ask if they can go get a drink at the bubbluh’.

And kids go to kindahgahwten, not kindergarten.

Our honeymoon was driving across the country so Gregor (Greguh’) could start his new job at Hogwarts.  I cried all the way from Des  Moines :).  He anxiously patted my hand and drove into our future at the same time.

My first time at church the Sunday school teachuh’ talked about manner from heaven.  “Manner?” I asked Gregor.  “Manna,” he said, pinching me.  I found it greatly disturbing.
I’ve been here (he’uh) almost 16(!) years (ye’uhs) and the phonetical occurrence still cracks me up.  Wicked bad.  Thank you, Greguh’ for explaining what “phonetical occurrence” is.  Love my English major boy.

Good night – hope you get to sleep in tomorrow, too!





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