“It was four below at my house this morning,” Ken who drives the truck for the Cambridge Food Pantry said to me.
We went back and forth reporting temperatures.
I told him it was ten below when I got up this morning. That’s what the thermometer read on the north side of the house without any sun. Someone else who lives in town said it was 12 below at her house.
Stay warm we say to each other.
By the time I left the Food Pantry at 1:30 the sun was burning yellow in the bright blue sky and it was 16 degrees. I had on so many layers I took my coat off. I was hot.
Talk about the weather. It’s worthy of it. It reminds me how fragile and dependent on our way of life I really am.
Bud wastes no time doing his business outside. Then he lays in front of the wood stove panting. Even Zinnia’s feet got cold this morning. And Fate actually came the first time I call her in from the barnyard.
But my studio was warm. I turned on the electric heat a half hour before going to work and the plastic bags filled with leaves makes if feel like the floor is wrapped in a thick wool scarf.
The sun does the rest.
When Harold Walrath, who lived in the house before us, moved the old one room school house on to the farm in the 1960s he did a good job making sure the four windows were south facing. By noon, the sun is so bright I have to close my curtain (a piece of fabric pinned to the moulding, I’ll never get around to actually making them into curtains). I hate to block the sun and my view, but I can’t see the fabric on my work table if I don’t.
On days like today, I feel fortunate to have our wood stoves, the oil furnace and at night, Jon on one side of me and Zinnia on the other.
Oh my goodness, it’s a Lulu-cicle! And I love how that little titmouse is looking so directly at the camera, and yes, I’ve had my friend’s pit bull squish herself within the confines of the fleece dog bed my mini-poodle wasn’t using. If they can envision it, they can achieve it!
Lulu-circle…That’s pretty cute Amy:)