Tuesday, February 10, 2026, 5.4* F, 55% RH, 0654
The three venture past their scraped-out-place into compacted snow covering their feet. Forgot to look for the moon. Soleil showers trees in orange light making her way up the hill not interested in animal paths or following.
The giants expecting a scolding, head for their room instead of waiting for a biscuit; they know they aren’t supposed to go into deep snow. “Does anyone want a biscuit?” The three come into the kitchen, sit.
We will find out tonight if this storm is all talk or if there will be snow falling.
Photo: LJ Austin
