Wow it's cold! We've crossed that line between chilly and truly uncomfortable. After peering out the kitchen window at the thermometer this morning, we bundled the girls up almost ludicrously; poor Lula was nearly mummified. (A. coined the season's motto as he wrestled EB into her third pair of pants: "Layers are hell.") And yet the wind goes through everything. EB's hands and cheeks turned a splotchy purple during our short walk, and Lula began to complain after just fifteen minutes. The temperature will drop much, much farther in the coming months - how will we stand it? Hibernation might be unavoidable.
Time for wintry projects. I'm nearly finished sewing a fur-lined bunting for Lula. And today I'll make a thick stew, the Belgian kind that includes a full bottle of beer (a little meat to fortify us against the chill). We'll eat it with mashed potatoes and homemade applesauce.
Overnight, the swans disappeared from the pond.
Kuda lebedi? Nobody at the park knew, but their wings were clipped and thus someone must have a plan.
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