Morning. Dark. Wintry Mix. I hate the wintry mix because it often results in Ice. And I hate ICE. The day before yesterday we had over three inches of snow. Then yesterday that melted and the ducks had a grand day. 
It was sloppy wet. As the temperatures zoom up and down.
I am glad I have exchanged my clown pants for ski pants.
My old clown pants have gone in with the Grumpy Old Pet Pigs. When I make their bed I mound up the straw and lay old jackets, clown suits, etc. on top of the straw. Wai and Tane always manage to work their bodies into the straw that has an old clothing blanket on the top so they end up Under the blankets and are covered up for the night. Tima just lies on top of everything- I think she is menopausal and always hot!
I am happy with my new togs. A friend sent me this old pair of her ski pants and they are light and warm and dry fast.
Those Carhart bib overalls ( clown suits) that they all wear around here are so heavy, dragging down on my shoulders and back and the wetter they get the heavier they get – getting heavier as the day progresses and staying wet all day. Plus they are expensive! A change is good.
It is so slushy here now and I am sure the slush froze over in the night – there is more snow in the forecast so we are going to get a lot messier.
I am not complaining though – just reporting. Anything is better than fire. Paradise and its surrounds is where the army should be. They should be building shelters for those desperate homeless people in burnt out towns going into the winter living out of their cars, instead of putting razor wire around border towns to keep other homeless people penned out – creating riots out of desperation.
I am sure those people in Paradise – at least whoever is left, would welcome tent towns – as long as they were not surrounded in razor wire and an army of guns.
I am horrified. And worn out by the horror. Even though I am safe and warm – still … I am not an immigrant delivered to these gates through desperation but I am an immigrant.
What can I do. What can we do. And here I am talking about which warm pants to get, surrounded in fat well fed pigs.
C
The Kitchen's Garden 
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Empathy is what makes us feel for and with creatures including humans experiencing circumstances other than our own… unfortunate (at best) and devastating (at worst), and also in the best of time to celebrate good fortune. It can feel terrible and hopeless when we can do not much other than witness but to feel that oneness is far better than not. And where our hearts go out to something, healing energy follows ♡
Brrrrrr!
The few refugees that got this far seem to be getting accommodated. Most came here because they have people here, but are still camped out in garages and parking lots. I am amazed at the positive attitude. We will make it work. We always do.
They must be so tired after that incredible walk. Surely this is not unusual for people to band together for safety and support as they travel. The pioneers did the same thing.
I am glad to hear that some have reached their friends and families.
And it is heartening to hear of the positive attitude of you and the people in your town. Thank you for that.
I was about to explain that they did not walk, but instead flew, and their arms are now very tired; but really, they drove here. We are more than two hundred miles away. Refugees tend to migrate here because of the campgrounds.
Ah – ok. So what of the people in The Caravan. Did they walk?
Oh, ‘The Caravan’! With all the fires happening, and all the refugees from that region, I was not thinking about that. As far as I know, they are still in Tijuana.
I love how you always think of others and count your blessings, such a wonderful approach to life. Stay warm xxx