Woodsy Winter

Yep...I'm here.  Winter is in full swing.

And my little woodstove is firing hot.  All is well.  Lots of firewood remains to swing into spring.

The chickadees aren't even waiting for me to get to the cabin before they come land on my head.  Are they beggars... or do they like me?  I won't answer that...

I'll check in soon.  I'm writing, but have to go from pen to paper, to lap top, to thumb drive, to local Library.  It takes some doing, but I'm committed.  Lots to tell...stay tuned.

Miss you all..."see" you soon, should the Lord tarry.

S

P.S.  No cabin fever...yet.

P.S.S.  Coyotes a plenty - view in broad daylight.  They don't give me a second thought.

Hunkerin' Down

Every winter, it takes a while to feel the ebb and flow.

And get in a rhythm.

A dance.

And once you do, life becomes...well, life.

You know that when you visit the outhouse an hour later, your tracks are blown in.

Everything seems larger than life. 

And slower paced, due to the cold.

Sure, there are struggles.

But you trudge on.

And may even take a rest now and then to keep up your strength.

And dream of Spring.

Until then, we will continue to enjoy the winter beauty.

Always, God willing.