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On a morning like this–and there have been many this winter–I wonder exactly why I should get out of bed.  I am fortunate that I can stay in bed!  My appreciation goes out to all you folks that take care of things when the weather is obscene.

Despite all the snow and ice, this winter has not been particularly disturbing.  This is because usually we have frequent, blisteringly fierce winds.  Winds that run head-first into the north side of the house.  I’ll be barely asleep and hear them coming like lions.  When they hit the house shudders.  On nights like that, I don’t sleep well.  I worry about the winds ripping off the solar panels, or knocking down trees.  I worry, and I worry well.  So yes, the El Nino affect has been relentless, but the winds have not.  I’ve slept, and I’ve slept well.  Something for which to be thankful.

We heat with wood, and we ran out–it’s just been so cold.  Even our old-time neighbor wise in the ways of mountain living has run out of wood.  So for the past few days J has been taking down, sawing up, and sledding to the house a few standing dead trees from the forest.  We also have been experimenting with lower house temperatures at night.  J is not fond of this experiment, but I read an interesting blog article about the Japanese method of keeping warm (basically they don’t heat the whole house), and thought we could stretch ourselves a little bit more.  Maybe this will help the wood last until May, which is usually when I light my last fire.
Spring seems forever away, though the transition began at Imbolc, which according to this archeoastronomy site was February 3rd this year.  The other day I got eggs from the hens for the first time in months.  It was so nice to have pink, turquoise, and brown eggs again.  Simple pleasures are the best.  If the snow and ice will hold off a bit, then in two weeks or so I bet I can find the first signs of Spring–maybe a little chickweed in the garden, or crocus blades cutting through the dark earth.  I always feel like once I get past Imbolc I can shrug off most of winter’s despair and start seeing the light at the end of the tunnel.  Even if I’m still dependent on my down blanket.


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