Yowza. We're doing a little better:
Yep, heading into spring now. How goes the melt?
Nothing but slab and sastrugi up high.
Sorry, I just wanted to use that word in a sentence.
The Tubercle might like it. Sastrugi.
Sad about the fruit. I am thinking we may be headed that route as well.
If cold, the farmer can start the windmill or light a smudge pot,
but too much warmth without pollinators?
Mercy.