It felt like spring today, with temperatures in the high sixties. Badger and I walked down to the creek‑and‑cow‑facing house, and I didn’t even bother with a jacket. It’s January, so I know it won’t last, but I’m enjoying it while it does.
Badger had her appointment today. While they were gone, I sorted through the potatoes Cowboy dug up about a month ago. They’d been rotting in my hall. I put the rotten ones outside for the chickens, the good ones in the kitchen, and the smaller ones in a bag. I walked those over to the blessing box.