The forecast claims -12 degrees tonight and I am not messing around. It isn't possible to heat a two-story old farmhouse well when it is that cold outside. So what do I do? I hang heavy blankets over the doorways that lead upstairs. I have a small heater in the bathroom with the door shut, and all the pipes are dripping to keep water moving. And tonight I have made a little bed right in front of the fire. It's wool and sheepskin and a warm dog. I'm happy to sleep right by the hob, and among the defrosting bottles and drying boots and gloves. Looking forward to a night so warm, with a good book, a soft bed, and maybe even some scotch in mug with hot water and honey. Oh man, just writing that makes me feel rich.
The blog of author Jenna Woginrich of Cold Antler Farm. Where pop culture meets agriculture! Here she writes about her adventures following her feral life as a self-employed writer, homesteader, archer, falconer, equestrian, martial artist, hunter, spinner, brewer, geek, and real-life Game of Thrones Extra. She loves movies, music, running far, and eating animals.
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