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Happy Mardi Gras





Good Morning Everyone and a happy Shrove Tuesday to you all. We will be celebrating Mardi Gras ala Maine today. We’ll be out dancing in the snowdrifts in our long underwear and eating the last of the venison before we have to give up something for lent. While I don’t have any confessions (to shrive) to make I do have reason to celebrate. According to weather reports from across the country we have warmer temperatures headed this way and thoughts of spring are not far off. The kids were talking the other day about putting out the maple taps. Sunrise is at 0633 and sunset is at 1718 (5:18 PM). That is 10 hours and 49 minutes of daylight and we’ll take it, a full hour and a half more than we had at the winter solstice. Remember I told you that the cold is my friend and how much I do love the snow? Well Oscar, our propane delivery man, came yesterday and the bill for just keeping the barn from freezing was sobering. I may give up propane for lent. The sledding has been awesome as seen in the accompanying picture. The Appleton luge run down the driveway is about 600 feet and the real trick is stopping at the bottom before crashing in to the snow bank. So this has nothing to do with windjammers today except that Fat Tuesday reminds me that every week on a schooner gives me reason to celebrate. If you can't wait that long to celebrate I recommend grabbing your sled.

Have a great day. Be well. Do good.

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