January 2, 2020
It’s late Sunday evening, the wind sounds like a freight train racing through town, and when I glance out the front door, I cannot tell if it is still snowing or if it’s simply blowing what snow already has landed.
Scott is stranded at the farm. He tried to make the drive home, but after a mile, the pickup slammed into a drift. Thank God for cell phones and Dad, who brought a tractor to extract the vehicle.
Farmers and ranchers never get to experience snow days. Livestock need to be fed and checked, and at the Schindler farm, dairy cows need to be milked twice daily.
On evenings like th...