Everett handed me this card before he went out the door this morning. Here's the inside:

Miz Katie has spent much of her day taking telephone calls and will now strike out into the bright blue and white for a pleasant little saunter. It's not quite 10 below but I'll wear my ski pants as insurance.

We're still having unseasonably warm weather for Saskatchewan. When I went into the bank today and the teller, being the third person to mention it as I did my errands in town, remarked on how nice it was and what that meant (that we're probably in for something nasty to make up for it) — I said yep, if it's cold we complain, if it's mild we worry.

Claire, remarking on photographs in yesterday's entry: The second snow one in this series, I laughed at. I have no idea what it is. I guess something covered by snow. Most of yours are rather poetic; this was funny.

It's one end of a stack of two long rows of round bales. And yes, covered by snow.