Just before the cold snap hit, the kids and I ran away to the woods for one more fire.
We thought that -25 F would keep us inside for days, and we'd better get out there while we could.
We were right.
Our hike warmed us through and through with ice sculptures and muskrat slides by the creek, and the quiet solitude of our little Solstice "camp" in the woods.
We made a small fire, drank warm honey milk from the thermos, and talked by the fire.
We hiked out as the sun set with a flourish behind the hills.
It's cold. Wicked, crazy cold.
We're grateful for valley living, as it's not quite as cold here as up on the ridges. -56 F wind chill up there!
Pete and I spent the day before the cold arrived out on the farm, preparing our critters for the bitter chill.
More experienced farmers gave us tips about insulating our beehive and feeding our goats hot molasses and cayenne tea to keep them warm.
It seems to be working, as everyone is cozy in the barn during these bitter cold days and nights. Our hens are even laying now and then, despite the sub-zeros. (We just need to check them often or we bring in split, frozen eggs.)
If you happen to live where it's crazy cold, do your family a favor and boil a pan of water. Take it outside, and throw it out away, up into the wind. (See what happens here.)
You won't regret it.
Oh, and frozen bubbles are always a treat.
Stay warm, friends. Sage and I are down this week with a bit of the flu, so I'll be back as soon as I'm up to move conversation.
Stay warm out there!