There's something
psychologically colder about nights that get down into the single
digits. Or maybe it's not completely psychological. Gates freeze shut,
my hands ache when I go out to do my morning chores, and the uncovered
winter crops begin to die back.
Last year at this time,
we enjoyed a similar cold spell, but the lowest low in November 2013 was
15. No wonder I ran through the firewood I had alloted for November
2014 by the middle of this month and have already started into
December's wood.
Everyone else on the farm
is glad that we're due to enjoy a bit more fall weather this coming
week as the current Arctic burst goes back where it belongs. But Lucy
loves the cold, so she might be sad to see it go. Don't worry, Lucy ---
there are many more frosty mornings ahead!