This evening FL had a meeting so we detained the tromp until he got home. Besides, the moon was full tonight and the later we waited the better it promised to be. We had supper, FL left for his meeting, and I attended to various domestic tasks - dishes, dusting, cleaning bathrooms, etc. We have rather an enormous old house and there is always cleaning to do - seems like I never catch up. I was in a good cleaning rhythm this evening and getting a lot accomplished - enjoying the warmth of the house and the lazy companionship of the dogs as I went about my tasks - so much to do, so little time! Then FL got home and it was time to tromp.
We bundled up and stepped out into the crisp, cold, moonlit night. Magic. As we stepped away from the clamoring tasks of the house it seemed like the right and fitting thing to do. It was so bright the moon cast shadows and we could easily see our way up the hill without our trusty headlamps. Climbing the hill generated enough warmth that we were able to comfortably sit for a short while at the top of the snowy, stubbly field. We were instantly surrounded - a huddled mass of man and beast. (Or is that massive huddle?). The Huntress soon spied an enemy in the distance, barked an alarm and they were off to defend us from a fat, black tire. We crunched home across the fields - delighted to have had this peaceful interlude to our evening.
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