Thursday, December 11, 2025, 33*, 95% RH, 0724
Rain washed snow from the trees, the tractor, the fence. Quarter inch of snow sits atop covered fire pit. Open water flows through corridor of ice. Where land had not been plowed, snow slushy. Perhaps rain removed snow and ice from the roof. I can’t see that from here. I asked Merlin for birds. He heard none. Ticks, the grinch of every season, wait for their next meal. Scolded. Zsolt, head in the trash can – he only wanted to smell the Amazon envelope. He stood tail wagging, watching my face to determine how much trouble, if any, he was in. Must not have been a very stern scolding since none of them ran.
Loud voices send ripples through peace.
Photo: LJ Austin
