This little guy is living in the flower pots that line up against the porch marking the edge between the snow and the house. The bird feeder hangs above and he comes out periodically to snatch the fallen seed. Soul-o spends most of the day and night on watch at the windowsill. Singing a strange song when he spots him.
This past week I feel most of what I did was eat and sleep. I am feeling better now and since my voice is just starting to come back, I will spend the next two frigid days going back through my own Small Journeys series to recharge my batteries. See where I left off. Listening to myself. Resuming my regular posts, here and there, starting Saturday. I thank you all for your support and patience as I rebalance.
Without the needle in my hand I still found myself thinking and writing a lot. Satisfied with the result of that time spent. I feel clear in some ways and foggy in others. It is more than just the cold that is weighing on me this season. Maybe those stories will unfold later. Right now, I notice, have a sense of, the light changing.
I left the deck light on so I could monitor what was happening when I got up to check the fire every few hours. The wind was light but enough to keep the accumulation on the rail to a minimum. Soul-o hangs out in the cold studio for hours at a time. With the addition of a litter box and a spare woodpile under the worktable, it has become his "outside" in these cold and bad weather stretches . He likes the cold. It works because it is not that cold. Just cold enough.
He scratched at the door between the studio and the kitchen around 5 AM. Had some breakfast and hung out on his new favorite cushion for a while.
I tidied up the kitchen and sat on the floor with coffee and we waited for sunrise. In the quiet.The man snored by the fire.
And So. It seems it is over here. The sun is out. About 21" is what I measured . And this is what I have to show for it. Old cloth might be a measure for season.
Without big wind, this was just big snow. Cold temperatures mean a lighter powder and so I think shoveling it is. It is just winter here for now. And for that we are grateful.