I shouldn’t do this, but after reading John’s post, I couldn’t help myself–I had to take out the spring and summer photos and remember the heat and taste of what feels to still be a distant season.
We made it through last night’s cold, and the car engine managed to turn over this morning, despite it being -23. If I sit close to the wood stove and stare into the photos enough, I can almost imagine that we’re tumbling amid all that food right now. Soon. Soon.
For now, I’m thankful for the heat of the stove, for bacon from our friends at Humble Rain Farm, and for the photos that remind me of what’s to come.