Everything I’ve planned for the day - except walking to collect the mail, which is looking unlikely at this point, is done. I’m enjoying the peace of winter quiet. Seth and Yarrow enjoy the quiet as well. She's been inside pretty consistently, though we did bundle up to sand the driveway before the snow began. Seth has been sketching and starting up a tumblr page: The Beauty Project. He's uncertain about tumblr so far. I've been reading a bit of Michael Pollen's In Defense of Food, drinking tea, and wasting time on pinterest. Yarrow's bushia visited on the weekend of the storm, and managed to sneak in some quality time before and after the blizzard. Yarrow was grateful for the attention, she's a severely neglected child.
My husband spent the day at home with us, and the weathermen are tossing around newly-minted words like ‘snowmagedon’ and ‘ulti-blizzard’. It isn’t really, just another storm around here. But we may have about a foot so far. I can hear it wooshing off the roof, and I can see the tracks of the chickens from the coop to the warmth below the yurt. My husband is sketching, Yarrow is sleeping in her tiny bed, and I’m beyond counting cups of coffee with too much cream. Lent is on the way, and I’d like to be sick of coffee-with-cream for at least the first week, it makes the switch so much easier. 
Libraries are such a blessing. I’m working my way through a small stack of books. I recently finished Gabriel Garcia-Marquez’s Chronicle of a Death Foretold . A fascinating, magical tale of the effects of an honor-killing in a town. Darkish, lonely, but rich and humid-feeling - a very textured story, making me long for summer’s hot days. 
