Sunday, January 19, 2014
A small storm came in last night around dusk and stayed into this morning. I don't dare say we're into the end of winter, but it feels kinda like it. This past week had days in the forties and nights so comfortable the fire could go out before I fell asleep and still wake up comfortable the next morning. It feels like the end of March instead of mid January. The climate is a fickle thing, as we all know. I am just enjoying these little reprieves of gentles days and gentle snowfalls. You gotta appreciate anything that is too little to shovel but enough to cover up the goose poop.