Tuesday, January 27, 2026, 1* F, 73% RH, 0646
Snow glitters under solar lights that turn on turn off as I move. The three do not venture past the scraped-out area smaller than the deck. Wind stings faces, tender puppy ears, puts snow where I just removed it.
Yesterday was not a day of baking, of writing. More a day of sitting with my coat on long enough to warm fingers before returning to shift snow that kept falling...falling...falling. Definitely a snow day!
I found the tin, the tin I meant to look for in the past, not under the kitchen sink but in a basket on a shelf. Before going to bed, I darkened boot leather with beeswax.
Tuesday arrives with opportunities, with choices.
Photo: LJ Austin
