The
night-temperature is barely below freezing. During the day, the
meltwater is dripping from the roof. The first insects are humming in
the sun. The ravens are finding their mates in the trees around our
cabins. The latter is driving Lance mad. He thinks their clucking
sounds are meant to insult and mock him. … After a winter of ravens
picking on Lance’s bones when they were left unattended that is not
an unreasonable association.
Our winter – and
it is not over yet! - has been a very pleasant one with lots of
playing in the snow. Anya still loves her building toys,
her books and her artwork.
Our pantry and
freezer hold enough food to last us until after breakup, easily.
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