Going below zero tonight. Grain for the donkeys and the sheep. Fresh hay to warm them up. Stacking firewood in the living room. Wrapping insulation tape around the pipes to the frost-free. Putting tape around the back doors where the cold seeps in. Winters define us, in many ways. I think sometimes of warmer climates, but then Spring would not be the same for me. My frost-bitten fingers ache in the cold, a reminder of the first winters at Bedlam Farm, a shock for me, but also good preparation.