It seems interminable.
I just have to hold on for a few more weeks. This frozen emptiness is always hard. No smell in the air, no desire to go outside unless I have to get firewood. White. Hard.
That’s why I appreciate the green of our almost-full single shelf of seedlings so much.
And the red of my sauerkraut.
I don’t cook much. The missus is amazing at that. Every night something good. (And it’s so easy when she cooks).
But last night I had to fend for myself. So it was kielbasa, onions, potatoes and home-canned red cabbage sauerkraut. None of that phoo-phoo stuff.
Fat is so good. Color is too. And life.