Imagine a blizzard, a sod house-- layers of clothes, extra logs inside, fire stories and white bean soup. Hot tea, oatmeal. Best if you like the people snowed in with you. Firelight, candles, songs, cold feet. Chapped hands darning, knitting, whittling. No clock, only deeper dark and a guide rope strung house to cow shed and the birth of a healthy calf. Mud season to follow.