I planned to stay inside all day but couldn’t bear not getting a few cold photos. I confess I only lasted outside for about ten minutes, and my fingers started stiffening up. The farm holds its own, goes on and on. It has taught me patience and acceptance, but not sanity and common sense.

Fate doesn’t seem to notice the cold; she runs and runs. I bet she sleeps well tonight.

Zip stayed in the barn this afternoon, and I don’t blame him. But he came out to flirt with me and try to get me to play. I couldn’t stay out a minute longer.

I love the still life of the barn.

The donkeys never rattle unless I don’t give them a treat. They are steadfast, undramatic, and very affectionate in their way and time.