We have been asking ourselves for the last few weeks, When, when will it come? By that, of course, we mean the snow. It defines so much for us, defines what the activity will be on the farm, what we’ll need to focus on, what we’ll need to do. We’ve rushed and chopped and stacked and cleaned out. The barn has been shovelled to the earth and repacked with fresh hay, the wood is being split and stacked, the furnace…
Cold and frosty earth, crumbs left over from breakfast, a roaring fire and stock on the stove. These are a few glimpses of what I’m seeing here this morning. I hope you are cosy, wherever you are.
The frost has returned to our little corner, the mornings increasingly dusted with white and the air crisp and pinching our cheeks. The ground is returning to a solid state, after weeks of sludgey mud that sucks at boots and unexpectedly shifts and slides. I’m still clinging to the notion that this is fall, that despite the darkness falling before dinner is ready and the increasingly cold winds that are beginning to blow, that winter is not coming. But the…