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| A cold morning. |
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| But it's warm inside. |
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| All done with my aamupuuroa! |
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| Blowing snow is a way of life up here. |
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| Some people think that's funny. |
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| But snow is no problem as long as you don't run out of hay. |
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| Some get by on caffeine. |
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| Heading out with my pole saw to trim the lower branches from my pine trees. |
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| This was one weird snowstorm. First snow, then rain, then heavy wet snow that filled in the driveways like concrete. The following day I spent three hours blowing it with my tractor. It felt like blowing slush, just like when I blow the mat from my driveway when it melts and softens in the spring. |
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| Morning. |
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| Evening. The Finns call this the sininen hetki, the blue moment, when the fading light turns the snow blue. A culture has expressions like this is a culture that is close to nature. |
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