Thursday, February 11, 2010
It was the last day, the last big hurrah on the sledding hill. Number nine in a series of snow days, off from school. We all knew it would end.
But things are still covered here, slippery, sloppy, wet and cold. The light a dusk looking especially blue tonight on my walk down to close the chickens up for the night. Come with me.
As I make my way back up to the house, I can almost feel the heat from the woodstove just by looking at the warm glow from my office window.