January 16

January has the distinction of being the month in which my parents married, on January 16, 1954, which is 68 years ago, but who’s counting? The wedding was in Chicago, and my father was a day late arriving, ocean voyages in January being unpredictable. It must have been quite stressful, since he had not met my mother’s family at all before arriving in Chicago the week of the wedding! He was so dashing, in his Royal Navy finery, he won over everyone and whisked his new bride back across the Atlantic for a life of adventure.

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68 years on, they are both gone to the ultimate adventure now, and here, the sun came out after a cold night to make the white landscape sparkle.

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Weedy was hopeful for a treat at breakfast, intently watching Harry’s every mouthful.

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Roscoe is very happy to be the only cat in the house again, but our friend has been sending videos of Arthur, who is delighted with the turn his life has taken. For one thing, he has balls! Turns out, he was toy deprived, living here.

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I took a picture through the big window at the front of the house. It illustrates that the Blue Atlas Cedar to the north (left) is not going to survive. We have known it was critically compromised, but this picture leaves no doubt.

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The snow is not melting as quickly as I had hoped it would.

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The birds were abundant, but my photography skills were weak today.

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Harry built another good fire tonight. I caught him on the way to collect wood.

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In the barn, the Crouchers and Rosie cuddled up. Roscoe enjoyed some afternoon sunshine on the back porch, to the dismay of the birds.

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At night check, there was a dusting of new snow, but I am hoping we will have some melt tomorrow.

The sky was gorgeous, and unusual, this evening.

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Be safe, be well. Peace.