I woke early to bright light and when I looked out the window I could see why. About a half inch of snow covered the ground and trees. I should have gotten up and taken photos, but at seven-thirty I was tired and the cabin was cold so I went back to sleep and when I woke at ten the snow was gone.
I got up and it was still chilly so I sat in the sun in the new part of the cabin and ate breakfast and when that was done, and three or four showers had blown over, I began work on the cedar. I finished the gable end and then went to work on the garden. I hauled more muck and broke some rotten trees to lie as bedding in the second garden bed. Then I went to the swamp and shovelled some muck onto the bank. I found a dragonfly larva in one of the shovels of muck which made me more concerned about the genocide I was enacting by taking muck straight from the swamp and pouring it on the garden. This way they have a chance to leave the pile if they wish and go back into the swamp.
I also worked on posts in the garden beds to hold my pine slabs at an angle so they won’t get wet when it rains. That way any slug that wishes to enter the garden has to slime over dry rough wood. That is my latest plan. I shovelled some more on the pond but the flies drove me away from that before I made much of a dent.
I am in a difficult layer now, where the soil is hardpacked with rocks and hard to shovel.
I now have another fire, and it is warm in here, although it’s chilly outside.
