We’ve been lucky with fairly mild weather so far. But now it seems to be turning colder. And wetter. Cold and wet are like friends who egg each other on to be a bit more extreme. One by itself is ok. Both together — they go way further than they’d independently dare. And with the sun not being as high in the sky . . . it’s as if the supervisor has turned their back so that Cold and Wet can be even bolder. It makes for a bit of melancholy. Or does it? Some people enjoy the long evenings. Time by the fire. The opportunity to do crafts, or read a good book. Or watch movies and play games together. It’s like permission to NOT farm.
But the problem comes when farming HAS to be done. Then it’s cold and wet and dark, and you still have to get out there and put wood in the fire and feed the cows (do they even feel the cold? It doesn’t look like it.) and chickens. Chickens definitely feel the cold. They all snuggle on the porch by the front door – collecting the heat that slides through the crack that was supposed to be fixed three years ago. I can tell they’re there, because a collection of “chicken dust” always blows through in a certain pattern when the heat from the house isn’t strong enough to push against the cold air from the outside. And chickens don’t lay many eggs in the winter time. I wouldn’t want to either.
And when there are evening things to be done (as there invariably are – like school board, and the other school board, and Pathfinders), it just seems like it’s way too late to be going out in the wet and the cold and the dark.
I wonder how people do it where it’s perpetually dark, like for months on end. I can’t imagine it’s just dark. I think that cousin Dark is the worst influence on Cold and Wet. Send in the sunshine!! I’m not cut out for this.
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