As if making up for the warm weather before Christmas, Old Man Winter and Old Brother North Wind have returned with a frigid breath and long, icy fingers. As I looked back at last year’s post, it was cold on this date a year ago too. I was working on By the Fright of the Silvery Moon, which was released in August of this year. This is from December 27, 2016.
I feel as if I may be in the Arctic this morning! It’s six degrees. There’s only a skift of snow, but under it is ice. Streets, highways, sidewalks are all slick and dangerous. It’s a good morning to stay inside. And read. And write. And read some more.
Presently, about the only reading I’m doing is what I write. Everything about By The Fright of the Silvery Moon, is in my head but it needs to be on paper, or, in this case, in Word. I’ve finally passed that miserable writer’s block where I wandered around like someone lost in the woods and now, I can’t type fast enough. Only thing is, my back gets tired after so long a time and I need to stand up and walk a bit. And then, there’s the little piddly stuff like washing clothes, cooking, doing dishes. But then, back to writing! I truly love to write.
Oh, of course, there’s feeding the birds and trying to keep water out for them which is hard when it freezes solid in no time. I give them black sunflower seeds. These seeds have a lot of oil in them and help the little feathered tufts keep going. Extremely cold weather is hard on the birds. I hope they found refuge in the honeysuckle vine on the back fence or huddled together between tree branches on the oak. I’m not too worried about the squirrels, In the first place, they are probably warmed by their orneriness. In the second place, they have that long, furry, wonderful tail as a covering plus scads of acorns from the fall and, of course, the sunflower seeds.
Like the little birds and animals, I hunker down inside my warm house, grateful to the good Lord for it. With plenty of hot, Folgers coffee at hand, I leave these frigid climes and go to Ednalee, Oklahoma where it’s autumn, not winter yet. Last night, Ned met a surly and unreasonable man who posed a serious threat but…well, you’ll just have to wait and read it for yourself.
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