Reflections on a frigid day at The Acres:
Even the Posse stays hidden until noon. Black cat on white snow--quite distinctive.
The feathered friends were active. I though the cardinals were going
to land on my head. Chickadees just called me names for being a tad
late with breakfast.
Not much wind this afternoon so the walk was
that debilitating. Filled some feeders at a distance from the house.
Not many tracks in the wild area. Even the creatures must be in hiding.
Where do they hide? Where does the Posse hide? They go under the wooden shed somewhere.
Love the blanket God put on the ground before the frigid set in. A layer of cold warmth.
No water this weekend, but at least, it's the weekend. Homesteader's
not offended--as long as i feed her and provide a lap, all is well with
her world. Water should be back by Tuesday at the latest.
Tomato soup and grilled cheese day.
I may even have a cup of hot tea. I wonder what heated Pepsi tastes like?
Wasn't even tempted to doing any work outside today.
There will be a spring.
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