…that’s what the weatherman promises. Not sure which part of my soul he’ll come around to demand in return, but so be it. Even after that it’s supposed to be warmer yet, even above freezing at night, but for Saturday and Sunday as windy as it ever gets – which is extremely windy indeed, even down in my little hollow. Then after that it turns sloppy again, at least briefly. But we’re promised two days of almost-shirtsleeve weather, sunny and mild and lovely.
And in the midst of that I find no patience for trying to find things to write about here. This morning I’ve finished the whole of the backed-up laundry except for my one pair of lined jeans, my very favorite winter trous, which are too muddy to wear decently but can barely fit in my little winter washer and simply can’t be rinsed in the sink. So that chore is as done as I can make it. Now I’m going out to clean up the mess that repeated snow and windstorms have made of my yard.
For weeks it has stayed cold enough that in the shadows and on the north side of the hills the snow and ice are still hard, but everywhere else it has been melted away long enough that most of the mud has even dried. It’s the end of January and February is often milder, so maybe the weeks of crappy weather are behind us in the high desert. Then again, maybe not. It’s been the coldest and wettest winter in seven or eight years, it’ll probably be back, and I need to repair the mess while I can.
And even if I didn’t, I’ve a hunger to be outdoors for a while.
“It’s been the coldest and wettest winter in seven or eight years,” But with the Lair improvements you worked so hard to complete, hopefully it was your most comfortable winter so far.
Oh, indeed yes. Between completing the walls and cutting up all those hardwood pallets, the cabin gets warm quicker and stays warm longer than ever before. This is by far my most comfortable winter, so much so that if they’d all been like this I wouldn’t dread them so much.