Abi, Madi, and Bambi came to visit last weekend. They helped to pack and prep and worked at the Anchorage. By my 300th post we should be moved; let the countdown commence. Winter is peaceful and hushed like a Sleeping Beauty awaiting spring’s kiss. Our plan is to list our Portage in May. Too much is frozen to the ground here, it is still too cold to seal or paint there, and we don’t have propane yet. Besides, there is no rush. Contented pressing on is the status. Safe Families will keep us town-bound this weekend. March, the verb month, may be the time we transfer/shift/relocate. Til then, the rhythms of routine drive the days.
The new chapter is coming.
Aslan is on the move.
“Wrong will be right, when Aslan comes in sight,
At the sound of his roar, sorrows will be no more,
When he bares his teeth, winter meets its death,
And when he shakes his mane, we shall have spring again.”