First came the snow, then the rain, then the ice. Now our wheat field is a hard-crusted sea of textured white. Today I noted that this ice field has begun to move as cracks appear. Gravity pulls the ice downhill, the turn of our house forces a change in direction and the field cracks. This crack is the largest and longest. It extends over halfway to our neighbor's property. By definition, a glacier is an ice field that moves, so, I guess, we have a glacier in front of our house. But not to worry. The groundhog said that "Spring is just around the corner," and soon this will be gone.
In the meantime, we are smug and comfortable in our passive-solar house on a day like this, soaking up the rays.
