2012

A very windy day with falling temperatures, in advance of the threat of lake effect snow.

But we're bundled up warm inside.  A pot of red beans is on the stove; later on I'll make rice.  Ulani, Luke and I are safe and sound.  Barnard came over to the door earlier to say hello.  I expect she's sleeping in her bed of straw in the dog crate, the coos and clucks of the birds her own lullaby.

And so a new year begins at Busy Solitude Farm.

Happy new year!