Dad is right.
It is too cold to go outside.
It is inhuman out there. (Even with those wool boot socks on over my gloves, and a hat that ties under my chin, my clapotis and the handspun/handknit scarf you made a couple years ago, long johns and two pairs of socks, one of which is wool.)
Still too cold.
Love,
Ruth
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Dear Ruth,
It was cold, but we went out. Somehow when you have been in the barn birthing goats in January temps just like yesterday---when the only difference is you are a bit out of the wind in the barn--- it puts the meaning of " cold " into perspective. I had never had afterbirth freeze so fast as on that cold cold night with Sealie. Moral of that was, never feel sorry for a buck in August when he wants to get started. Just wait another 2 months.
K and I had another great day yesterday, searching furniture shops for the perfect solution for storage/work surface by my chair. Still haven't found the piece, but it didn't stop the fun.
Try having both pair of socks wool. Shall I send you the packet of socks in the guest room closet?
I love the photo. It looks exactly like the glaciers in Canada used to look. Monumental, until you see the blades of grass. Great shot. I also loved the Wonder image, and would love a print out of it to hang in here. In fact, I am creating quite a list of ones I want to hang up and enjoy.
Love, and stay warmer,
mom
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