It may be some time before I am heard from again. Mother Nature is collecting on her debts and the snow-free winter we have enjoyed thus far is coming to a sudden, blizzarding end. The storm of 2015 is bearing down upon us and three feet are predicted. As the very first flakes fall outside my window I have taken a moment out of my storm prep to send up what may be my last communication until the tulips poke through in the spring. You see, despite living in the woods, The Family Bebe are not particularly self-sufficient. Or woodsy. Or in the least bit rugged. Most notably, our entire homestead runs on electricity. Lights, internet, heat, water, pellet stove, everything requires a steady flow of juice running into our, …uh…whatever it runs into. One fallen branch across a powerline can put our whole operation out of business. Most of our neighbors, far more hardy than we are (my girlfriend has chickens and makes her own maple syrup!!), have generators, and could probably survive until the summer. We never really felt the need for such unattractive, cacophonous pieces of machinery. Rather seemed a bit doomesday prepper for our lifestyle. If our house ever fails to provide for us we simply close the door and go to another. But now our little upturned noses will be frostbitten because the snow will have us trapped here to face our folly.
Keep your fingers crossed for me. Mine will be too cold….