winter's failings
It was strange to walk out on the back porch after dark this evening and down the steps and not have to deal with any snow and ice. It was only snowy for a few weeks, but snow in winter seems the normal way of things and I can get used to its presence much more easily than its absence. As Leah says, having no snow does make a lot of things much easier, but we'd prefer our convenience not come at the cost of global environmental catastrophe. We're reading Little House in the Big Woods to Harvey: while I'm not sure I'd enjoy being shut in tho the extent Ma, Laura, and Mary were, I do envy them their consistent, dependable winter. Why, if we should happen to shoot a bear whatever could we do to keep the meat from spoiling, given that the temperature insists on rising above freezing?!