was snowing when we turned in for the
night. This morning dawn arrived in
a cloud-drifted sky, in shades of pink
and blue. A little sunshine goes a long
way in the winter.
The daily bread is rising on the hearth and the morning dishes are washed, dried and stowed away. Dusting is fast becoming a priority, as fine ash from the masonry heater floats into the house when the heater door is opened.
Forms were requested today, so that the taxes can be processed in a timely manner. Taxes have always been a dreaded task, and I thank my lucky stars Attila has taken over the job! Until I met Attila, responsibility for filling in forms and filing taxes, and all administrative tasks, rested entirely upon my unwilling shoulders. Taxes were a task I despised above all others.
It is an odd twist of fate that as the world turns cold and white, the bars on the high-speed modem light up and turn green. The signal has become strong and reliable. You just never know where or when a silver lining will materialize!
|RECIPES :: Cast
Cloud Drifted Dawn
performed by Sam Baker
"Was I deceive’d, or did a sable cloud
Turn forth her silver lining on the night?"
Pressure: 102.8 kPa
Visibility: 16 km
Humidity: 92 %
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