Winter Memories
Still in winter’s grip on the farm. This icy spell is a bit more extreme than where I grew up but still I’m reminded of my childhood in England. I wrote about it a while ago: “There’s something about going out on a cold and frosty morning. Like icing on a cake, lawns and roofs sparkle in bright morning sunshine. Freezing air invigorates the lungs, sunbeams are warm on the back already and soon are turning ice to vapor wherever they strike the ground. Everything’s so fresh and
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Frozen Farm and a Confession
More fables from Fence Road, in winter's grip, hibernation and Ice Bowls. I wrote in November that we were in the in-between times, that being in between fall and winter. But I recently learned that this period, January and February, have also been called the in-between times…because for a time those months did not exist. Back in Roman times there wasn’t much people could do in this period, so they just didn’t count it. Their calendar was 10 lunar months ending in December
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Jan 293 min read
