The Blizzard of 2025

Winter Woes: When Snow Takes Over the Farm

Honestly, I’ve never been a fan of winter. The cold? I can deal with it. But the extra work that comes with winter on the farm? Yeah… that’s a whole other story. Every chore somehow doubles, and even the simplest tasks turn into big, exhausting projects. I swear my snow shovel gets more use than my kitchen knife some days.

This year, winter really outdid itself. Central Montana got two feet of snow over the weekend of January 13–14, 2025. We were expecting maybe 5–8 inches—enough to be annoying, but nothing we couldn’t handle. Two feet, with snowdrifts over six feet? That’s just… wow. Ridiculous. Honestly, at one point, I considered moving back to Texas, but then I remembered how much I hate the heat. So I guess snowstorms it is!

I spent the next few days shoveling, snow-blowing, digging out the animals, clearing paths, and making sure the water troughs didn’t freeze. And the animals? They were just standing there, looking at me like, Really? Again? Honestly, I can’t blame them. I felt the same way.

Looking back now, though, I can’t help but laugh. At the time, it felt impossible. But there was also something kind of magical about it—the quiet fields blanketed in white, the trees sparkling with ice, and those little victories, like finally digging out the barn door or clearing a path to the coop. It was exhausting, yes, but also a little rewarding. And hey, if nothing else, it was a great arm workout—who needs a gym when you’ve got six-foot snowdrifts?

Winter on the farm is more mental than anything. It tests your patience, your endurance, and sometimes your sanity. But when you see everything survive, when you know your animals are safe and your homestead is still standing… well, it’s worth it.

So here I am, remembering that storm with a hot cup of coffee in my hands, laughing at how ridiculous it all was. Farm life doesn’t pause for snow, and I guess that’s part of its charm. Next year, I’m hoping for a lighter snowfall—but if not, I’ll be here, boots muddy, gloves frozen, coffee hot, and probably muttering to myself about how “this is why we shouldn’t live in Montana.”

What about you—what’s the worst winter storm you’ve ever dealt with, and how did you survive it? I’d love to hear your stories in the comments below.

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