Still in winter’s grip on the farm. This icy spell is a bit more extreme than where I grew up but still I’m reminded of my childhood in England. I wrote about it a while ago: “There’s something about going out on a cold and frosty morning. Like icing on a cake, lawns and roofs sparkle in bright morning sunshine. Freezing air invigorates the lungs, sunbeams are warm on the back already and soon are turning ice to vapor wherever they strike the ground. Everything’s so fresh and