Early in the morning, one of the rare mornings when there was no flaming sunrise. There is a flame in the sanctuary candle, and the fiery love of the Sacred Heart just there in the tabernacle… well… the rays and warmth are radiating right round the world.
But otherwise, there are plenty of clouds, and cold, cold, cold! Cold enough for a forest of hoar frost to spring up overnight:
This isn’t really hoar frost, which comes from humidity in the air. These, instead, spring up from ground water and can grow like stalagmites, except from their underside, next to the ground. They can get two, three, four inches long, and even longer, but you have to be quick to see them, as their weight will make them fall in on themselves pretty quickly. How about icicle-frost? Brrrr!!!
Benedicite, gelu et frigus, Domino: laudate et superexaltate eum in saecula.
Frost and chill, bless the Lord; praise and exalt him above all forever.
Benedicite, ignis et aestus, Domino: laudate et superexaltate eum in saecula.
Fire and heat, bless the Lord; praise and exalt him above all forever.
I still haven’t put up any insulation. Silly me. Corrugated tin, windows, a bit of plywood. Silly me. I suppose when it gets unbearable (like last year and the year before) then I’ll do something about it (or wait another year). For right now, the wood-stove you’ve helped me to get is a life-saver, as is the chain saw and log splitter. I would never be able to do what I’m doing without the log splitter. Thank you!