The kind of cold that settles over Indiana isn’t loud or dramatic—it’s relentless. Last night, as the temps were in single digits, I trudged out to take a quick photo of the sky that resembled fire in the distance.
Winter in Indiana teaches efficiency and patience in equal measure.
Earlier in the day, the sun shone brightly but offered no warm up. Perry took over the “clean a path on the deck” detail that I did the day before, but he moved with purpose and was more efficient than I was working in the warmer air. He needed patience once the dogs crunched their way across the deck to help. It seems like sound carries differently in the bitter cold — more muted, deliberate.
Smoke rising from the wood boiler and the smell of burning wood lingering in the air is a reminder of the wonderful warmth inside.
You know it’s frigid when…🥶
At the barndo, when the storm door freezes over, we know we’d prefer to simply stay inside. At least the humans want to be inside and warm. The doggies want out… and within moments want back inside. This process is on repeat all day long. ALL. DAY. LONG.
Now you know: The 17 mile “no man’s land” between Cuba and the US naval base at Guantanamo Bay is the largest active minefield in the Western Hemisphere.