A heavy, wet snowstorm last night pulled down our birdfeeder, collapsed our kayak stand, and snapped an ash tree, which fell across the town road.
The electricity quit, so we made coffee on the camp stove, bundled up, and chainsawed the downed tree.
Then we took a walk down the road and into the nineteenth century. At the farm, Lenny was hitching up Sophie and Abby to try out the new plow that he bought recently from the Amish farmers in Pennsylvania.
We’ll get back to color wheels in the next post.