Working at the farm is frosty hands and muddy boots and very solitary this month. Which is understandable because if I had a choice I wouldn’t move from the couch till spring. Maybe next winter that will be an option for me.

I am in clearing paths mode this month, mainly clearing a path through the pine trees to the shipping containers. The main road to them is a messy clay slip and slide until August however the path through the pine tree is surprisingly solid due to huge quantities of fallen pine needles.

While clearing out the random tire puncturing bits of metal that are lurking under the leaves I discovered another one of my father’s home made targets. I found one last year around this time as well, and while I don’t really do mystic meg stuff it is hard not to feel the coincidence a bit more at this time of the year. With my stepmother’s birthday yesterday, my birthday tomorrow and my fathers birthday and anniversary of his death in a couple of weeks it definitely makes winter feel harder.

I have decided to mount the targets in this off cut for now, just to make sure they don’t get lost, and so I can see them while having a coffee break at the farm…