It’s been weirdly warm here for the past few days—maybe it’s not so weird anymore, spring in February, but I don’t think I’ll ever get used to it.
Lovely as always. As long as it isn’t too windy or too damp I love the bitter cold. It turns regular chores into expeditions. The expedition to feed the chickens. The expedition to go get coffee. The expedition to return a library book.
Lovely as always. As long as it isn’t too windy or too damp I love the bitter cold. It turns regular chores into expeditions. The expedition to feed the chickens. The expedition to go get coffee. The expedition to return a library book.