We’ve got a lot of snow since Friday, 8 or 9 inches I’d guess. It’s accumulated to the point where I can’t get to the outhouse. And as you can clearly see, that’s a good thing because I can’t imagine what would happen to my butt cheeks should I sit on something as cold as what’s pictured!
My paternal grandparents had a three-seater; two adult sized openings, and one for little tykes and tots (I bravely sat on the adult sized seat once) . I have vivid memories of not wanting to use the outhouse, but having no other options, forced myself and overcame the fear of red wasps and mud daubers who found it the ideal summer nesting site.
I have no memories of “Little Granny’s” garden, mostly due to the fact that my interest and love of gardening didn’t kick in until I was in my late 20’s and early 30’s. By then, I was mostly on my own, out and away from family and their gardens.
Winters here in the northeast are always a struggle for me. I struggle to find a pleasing and different method of photographing snow scenes; I struggle to find beauty in the photos of other bloggers’ snow scenes; I stuggle to get some semblance of spring when temperatures are in the teens and snow is knee deep, and on and on, blah blah blah.