potatoes, marmosets + (some) useless updates
Okay, bots, Happy Lunar New Year! As Spring approaches, Southern Idaho is now covered in 4 inches of snow. In times like these, I am reminded of a passage in Marilynne Robinson's Housekeeping . The water was so calm that the sunken half of the fallen tree was replaced by the mirrored image of the half trunk and limbs that remained above the water. All day two cats prowled in the branches, pawing at little eddies and currents. The water was beginning to slide away. We could hear the lake groan under the weight of it, for the lake had not yet thawed...The afternoon was loud with the giant miseries of the lake, and the sun shone on, and the flood was the always flawless mirror of a cloudless sky, fat with brimming and very calm. Perhaps it is the relatable calm of a winter blue, one which always accompanies the precise kind of cold that permeates this book. It may also be the sinking limbs, like fence posts on a highway-side farm in the snow, leaving not...