Cozy crocodiles

and frozen mud

Oh dear reader.

The days are getting shorter, the nights more long.

I’m ready to retreat.

The footing today?

Crispy.

I like the feeling of that freshly crispy ground.

Ice crystals and mud crunch like crocodiles beneath my boots.

The chickens?

Chilly.

Everything is damp.

The air is rich with woodsmoke

And?

Sweaters feel even more cozy.

So?

As the sun continues to retreat early,

May your evenings be crispy and crunchy.

As for the cozy?

Find yourself a bag of rotten fish

And cuddle up.

Oh dear reader, were you thinking that I was going to be that saccharine?