We’re definitely two weeks out from the solstice. It isn’t pitch black by five o’clock any more. Indeed, I was outside (briefly) at 5:15 this evening and there was a decent amount of dusky light. The sun went down quickly, though.
And as the sun went down, an already cold day got even colder. It’s supposed to be near zero tonight. It was 5–that’s F, not C–a few minutes ago. It’s supposed to drop further.
Poor chickens. Poor sheep. Poor wildlife.
Consequently, when I got home tonight, Ron had already started a second fire in the masonry stove. We had a good sized one this morning, but it was cold enough all day–and windy, and cloudy and gray–that it was only 67 F in the house. That’s unusual given the normal powers of the wonderful masonry stove. Given the forecast for tonight, we definitely needed a second fire. It’s a two-fer fire day today.