Spring Mill (and Rachel!) in the snow.
The view out our front door
The winter storm seems to have moved out at this point. This is one of those times I’m thankful to live in town rather than the country. Apparently the country roads are impassable. We’ve been under the highest level of travel warning for a day or so now.
Some pictures from the neighborhood today. Rachel and I have been listening to the Telepathy Tapes for most of the day. While we’ve been listening, I’ve been playing solitaire. Haven’t done that in years, especially with real cards.
First Day Hike at Spring Mill state park.
I’ve gotten away from hiking over the past year—and I felt it today. It does me a lot of good in a lot of ways when I’m regularly in the woods. I’m going to get back to that.
One last fun bit about solstice: all the ash from the fires yesterday will be sprinkled onto the garden in the spring.
Closing out the day with a campfire, the flame of which traces back to the spark struck this morning. It’s been a full but unhurried day, my favorite kind. Plenty of time to reflect on the year and consider the one upcoming. Plenty to be grateful for.
Goat kebabs. No local farmer had ground goat available but one did have shoulder steaks. Me and a cleaver got it most of the way there and then a blender did the rest. Goat is associated with Yule, for reasons that aren’t very clear. We also have straw Yule goats we’ll be throwing onto the fire.
(Looks like I’m live blogging Yule. 🤷♂️)