Friday, March 27, 2015

Just before the snowmelt

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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