Winter Waxing Cold Moon
These are the ten coldest days of the year on average. And we have rain. Whass’ up?
A full day back from the Mile High City, where it was spring, and I return to sloppy, icy gunk. This is the stuff I moved out of Indiana to avoid. I like winter when it’s winter. I like fall when it’s fall. Spring and summer I’m not fussy about, let’em come however the winds dictate, but winter and fall, my two favorite seasons, I prefer as I imagine them. Rain in the third week of January is not as I imagine it. But, of course, the weather gods do not listen to me, or to you for that matter, so we have to just shut up and take it. I guess.
(Freyr: Norse god of fertility and weather)
I mentioned Ruth several times over the last week. Here is a picture of her at the rodeo:
Mostly back home now, better rested and ready to write and watch the Vikings on Sunday night.
