Yep. Winter is finally here. And I have two weeks at The Acres to enjoy
it. The walks are a tad on the chilly side, but more than worth it. The
serenity is healing for my old hermit soul. Homesteader enjoys having me
to boss around all day. She's still quite the conversationalist. And
wake up time never changes. She is insistent and unrepentant. The
pond/aquarium isn't completely frozen over yet, but there is no sign of
any creatures. No muskrats even.
The ground is frozen--or
at least starting to. Even the mole mounds are stone-like. The woods
are no impediment to my ability to step out the back/front door and see
all the way to the back of The Acres. The pines and spruce show up
dramatically. All the green stuff is having its "day." I admit: I am
reading for a good snow. But it's going to be in the fifties early next
week. Ahhhhh well. One of these days.
I will enjoy the break. Tons
of reading to do. Tons of grading to do too. Lots of walks. Maybe a
little work. Servitude to the little white master. Birds to keep fed. A
letter or two to write. Many hours of silence and solitude. Good times
indeed.
Three months 'til spring!
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