Local Flavor: Opening Time

Every morning I open the shop, I step outside to see what the day's like and what's changed down by the river. When I opened the door today, these footprints were leaving our front step. I trailed the all the way to our compost.

When it's hovering in the -15F to 0F range, every morning also brings frosted branches. In person, when a whole forest looks like this, one feels transported to Scandinavian folklore. I half expect a frost giant to emerge out of the woods or a bear to pick up one of our girls on its back and take them away East of the Moon, West of the Sun...