January Storm

The photo looks like needlepoint, taken as it is through the screen. That is not a "real" raccoon but a sculpture of one. The snow is finally falling off the branches and you need a hard hat outside. The cows were in the snowy pasture, eating some dry hay, I hope.

The little one always comes running with her (his?) Mom whenever we show up with treats. Old Maggie likes to be first and is the hoggiest. Poor young bull never gets anything. Well, his day will come, we assume.

I made it to a workout this morning, but it's so nice to hunker down with writing tasks, maybe even some writing and enjoy the snow from indoors. Tomorrow we will have to venture forth to the grocery story. Looks like good snowshoe conditions. The main task is to keep the bird feeders full and logs on the fire and lanterns and candles at hand, because the power went out for the umpteenth time this morning. Guess the wires are broken by falling branches, a good argument for underground utilities, don't you think?

I finished Sarah Winnemucca, and was charmed to find out she came to the Boston area and gave talks in Concord. Cool. Such a sad story, our mistreatment of the Native Americans. Makes one so ashamed.

Onward. No news from Amazon. Time to freakout?

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