Farm Update, Cold

 
Our cow is still down, but still alive.
It is cold, but not as cold as it was last week, however the wind is worse which makes chores brutal.
Pipes froze. We thawed them without burning our house down. Yay us.
I love the way ironwood smells when it burns in the woodstove, but the smoke burns my eyes like chopping onions.
The kids are amazing. Lily is reading. Holly is being naughty. Isaac learned and is using three new words. These are huge milestones.
Coffee is good.
The sound of the wind over the frozen prairie is what I fall asleep to.
Brought the old dog in from the cold and the young dog cried at the door so we let her in too.
But not the cat. She's fine. Mad, but fine. I checked. She's fine.
I ruined the lamb broth. Let us speak of it no more.
This cold is the kind that doesn't just creep into your bones.
This cold is the kind that attacks from behind and leaves you bloody and broken.
For perspective, it is colder on Mars. Oh. Wait. It isn't. It is the same.

Much love to you all, keep warm and safe.