Late Night Visitors
This morning when we got up we noticed the tracks around the east end of our house. Either one very busy deer or many. Dennis commented that with such a great harvest season, most of the farm fields have little to offer the deer for foraging. We didn’t cut down the Hosta in the east end of the acre, that might be a snack for a few of the deer. It wouldn’t surprise me if tomorrow sometime Dennis will visit the elevator office and talk to Mike about picking up sweepings to feed the deer. Once we start, it will be the winter’s project. We have quite a few five gallon pails for the project. As in years past, Dennis would drop off the pails one day and pick them up the next.
I made fair headway today with pink blanket stitching. When my left arm and left hand become weary, there is no mistaking the message. It is easy to shut down the machine as well as all the extra lighting.
The remaining afternoon I will be in my bedroom porch with cold coffee . . . reading.
My laptop is telling me it is 36 sunny degrees. The week is going to be a wonderful warmup from the frigid of the past several weeks. That cold shock value allowed us to make sure we knew where gloves, mittens and the cold gear was. My daily routine is to make sure I shake out my feather blanket encased in its duet cover. The extra air . . . a wonderful insulation factor. I do feathers, light as air and Dennis does heavy weight in multiple, and I mean multiple coverings. It works . . . to each his own.