Behind the trees is the house at Golden Grain Farm, a half-mile further up the road than I have been walking lately. You can see the snow on its roof.

Scott's over there doing some mudding tonight. Decided to paint the hallway now, after leaving its original colour when the rest of the house got painted, so he figures he might as well fix up the drywall first. He had been seeing every flaw in it and, while I hadn't noticed anything amiss, it had been bugging him.