Loffe just came back in, and immediately went for a hunt, with my new morning slippers as prey. Byzans choose to be safe rather than sorry, and played the piano a little, because music is almost as fun as hunting
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I can't say it doesn't worry me, but what's really alarming is the thought of what will happen in a month or two, when there's grass that's not covered in snow and ice.
Our workshop looked like this a week ago. After that, it was like folding a paper, and cutting it against the edge of a table: the snow came off strip by strip.
We need to cut down a couple of trees to put up a greenhouse. I think I'm going to do a few on Sunday, when it's going to be above freezing. Then I need to ask M for help with the bigger ones. And finally, we have to remove the roots, which looks like the fun part
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I'm back from choir practice in Haverö. We're singing Povel Ramel, which is fun. For some reason none of the men were present, so we couldn't do everything. We did try out Underbart är kort, though, and soprano for Ta av dig skorna. It's tricky, but we'll manage.
Now we have a month to learn everything, so we can sing it at a music evening!