Merry Little Snowfall
There's a merry snowfall outside right now, not too heavy or foreboding. When I headed outside for chores there was just the hint of flurries and Gibson raced past me, his feet tearing into frozen ground without even a sprinkling of white dust but now an inch of so is coating the farm and the place has returned to serious winter splendor. It is lovely to look on it, knowing the chores are done.
The house is warmer than it has been in days thanks to a night's watch of the woodstove. I didn't stay up with the intention of tending the stove, I just am not very talented at sleeping at night these days. That misfortune at least boosts the advantage of a more comfortable temperature for napping, which I hope to manage at some point today. I hope to spend this snow day taking care of myself a bit. Which is just what I need. I suppose knowing that is half the battle, right?