The snow did not arrive as the forecast predicted. The wind came with a small bit of it, and that was it. I had Saturday night and Sunday to do whatever I felt like - no demands, no errands, no schedule, pretending I had a few snow days. This morning we have a -9° wind chill. The bitter cold has moved back in on us. Grab of cup of coffee or tea. It's a long Monday morning ramble. . .
Inklings from the Farmhouse, embracing balance and new beginnings.