We put our bid in on the house. Fingers crossed. Today was our last visit to it as we inspected the slates on the roof in freezing sunshine, toes numbing, the ice on the pond breathing in strange warbling croaks and the knocks of the woodpecker echoing across the empty grasses crackling with hoarfrost.
On the way home we stopped at a little local place with wonderful turkey club sandwiches which come with a small hot bowl of french onion soup. We chose to sit in front of the fireplace. It is beyond freezing out ~ the kind of cold that your fingers and legs know is dangerous because they can feel the crystals wanting to form and the only thing that keeps them at bay is the warm beating of your heart muscles.