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Good Morning Everyone. 2 degrees below zero and the wind chill has all the makings for frostbitten noses. We spent most of yesterday digging out. I don’t recall plowing conditions quite as difficult as I encountered in our 1500’ of driveway yesterday. I had to drive a few laps around to break the snow with the tires and then take small bites out the crusty mess that was left. I only got stuck 3 times and a few hours late had myself and the neighbors plowed out. We have a business meeting in town today and will try to get out to check the schooner on the low tide this afternoon. All looked well from the shore yesterday. We’ll be painting screens in the barn this afternoon.

My heart is warmed today by seeing first light before 6 AM. Light makes all the difference in the world. I noticed yesterday that the woodchuck in the field had dug out of its borough. The snow and crust had been pushed away from the high entrance to the woodchuck’s winter lair. Glad to see he is making it. Seeing the brilliant white light of the glistening snow covered field should have sent him running for his sunglasses. (By the way, I am pretty sure it is a he not because I have good eyes but because his sweetie winters up next to the barn and brings her babies to the field via our driveway in the spring.) Even in the cold of winter the returning light makes all the difference in the world. Somewhere in all that light there is another sailing season ahead. I am loving the moment and dreaming of the future. Not a bad place to live.

This is a picture of first light over Blue Hill Bay with Mt Desert to the east of our secret schooner hideaway.

Have a great day. Be well. Do good.
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