Visitors

The snow cover is so very deep on the open part of our property that we've had no deer sightings, or deer track sightings, for a couple of months. They seem to be keeping to the woodlands, where the depths aren't so great. I've been worried about how they're faring in this harsh season.

On Wednesday, as I was driving out to go to that dental society dinner, I spotted a pair of deer emerging from the forest along the road, not terribly far from the Lodge. So I knew they were on the move again.

This morning on my way to the newspaper box, I spotted hoofprints in one of our driveways.

Before we left for church, the Chap led me to one of the windows overlooking the back yard. It was crisscrossed all over with deer tracks!



Looks like they had a choreographer!

Today's Gospel reading (and sermon topic) was the Samaritan woman at Jacob's Well, who'd had five husbands and was co-habiting with a sixth man when she meet Jesus. Here in snowbound New England, we imagined a hot, dry land where prophets get thirsty and women were responsible for heavy labour like drawing and carrying water.

After the service, a Girl Scout whose troop meets in our Undercroft was selling these:



The Chap purchased a box of Samoas and a box of Thin Mints to tide us over till the arrival of the more sizeable order he placed at his office.

When we got home, we found it was warm enough in the sunroom to sit there and read the Sunday paper.

Tonight we're dining on beef ragout, new recipe. The house smells delicious.