A temporary truce settles among my animals when the mercury drops. You might remember Dexter’s similar behavior last winter. It’s just one big house of equal opportunity warmth seizers around here.

From last night. I think we’re up to around 9″ right now, with the possibility for more before sundown. Power’s on, though, the wood stove is roasting, sipping a latte, working on the sixth chapter in “Keeping Bees.” So far, so good.

Falling on my head like a memory…

Happy Friday, everyone! We’re on the verge of yet another wintery blast, slated to make it’s frigid appearance later this afternoon. While I wish we had a bit more firewood on hand (the gentleman we hired to bring us wood has only delivered half of the cord and won’t return my calls inquiring about the other half; if any of you Ashevillians know a reliable source of properly seasoned hardwood firewood, I’d love to hear about them), I think we’ll be good for up to 3-4 days, should we loose power again. Otherwise, we’re set!

The description on my “Wisdom of the Trees “calender for this month indicates that “Trees set a relaxed pace.”