Here it is, a brand new year. My impulse is to try to write something profound and inspirational about it. Perhaps I should assess the past year on the homestead or something like that.
Frankly, I’d rather skip it. We’ve been listening to the radio a lot lately, and about all we’ve heard are reassessments and attempts to be profound and inspirational. There comes a time when you can either keep quiet, or merely add to the problem.
Of course, one of the most common topics right out of the gate, and no doubt destined to continue well into 2013 is the so called end of the Mayan calendar, supposedly set for December 21 this year.
For once, I don’t feel pedantic, so I won’t go into the topic, even to bring up the three reasons why I feel it’s a lot of empty hype.
Still, on our New Years Day, we were completely socked in by driving snow. Outside, it looked like the rest of the world had disappeared, leaving just us . . . and the cat.
I would have taken a photo of it for you, but it would have been very dull. Instead, here’s the reference photo I took of the wood pile. We’ve been taking them periodically through the winter so we can look back on our firewood usage.
And happy birthday to my “little” sister, Beth!