Brine

The last piece. I've been to a lot of the national parks, which made this a delight. Not beautiful as artwork, but great fun as a puzzle. Different artists, palettes, lines. The worst bit, and the last - the "National Parks" - that took longest.

One of the most missed aspects of not having a Trader Joe's - reasonably priced flowers. I make sure to get some with long grasses, a snack and a hork for the cat.



"Yup, I'll be happily horking later."



He wanted out so badly, but stayed out half a minute, and on the porch. Which surprized us, because it is actually warmish out there. Everything melting. Got up to 38˚F, even some sunshine.


That is going to be covered, very soon. The footprints are where D walked so as not to slip the other day. Broke through the crust to the softer snow beneath, for the sake of stability.



I poured hot brine on the tire marks in the driveway. The roof just drips there, creating thick ice. That might help break it down somewhat.


Now that is it safe to breathe again, I danced to Musafir, Dhola Maru, 11 minutes.