Category: homesteading
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A drop. A Promise.
We are surrounded in white on white, cold on cold, the hunch and squeak of boots on packed snow beginning to sound like fingernails on a black-board made for chalk. The night before last was -11 (-23C), last night was -21( -30C). As I write just before dawn the temperature continues on its toboggan…
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you did not believe me?
Here, in my unheated bedroom. ICE on the inside of the double glazed windows. Makes me feel right at home. I have never lived in a house with heated bedrooms anyway. Now whenever you see those silly christmas decorations with the sprayed-on ice around the glass, you can say. I don’t think you really want…

