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Dark, wet, and gloomy, like proper should be. Spot the dog. No, her name is not Spot. It's Masza.

Helping our neighbor. The pine in her yard broke a few days ago under the weight of snow. Such work requires precision. Note that the colors of the cap and the chainsaw match almost perfectly.

Found some half-frozen chanterelles in the forest, but left them in place. We still have lots of them in our freezer. Delicious.

This power pole is fifty or sixty years old. Made of reinforced concrete, it holds up the wires that bring electric power to our house. If it fails it will be replaced by a plastic pole, and I have no idea how long it would last. Guess we have to go completely off-grid.

Bruno, guardian of the snow. He'll be very unhappy when it all disappears. Very little snow is left now near our place, but there are still some larger patches at southern edges of meadows, where tree shade protects it a bit from the sun.

After almost a week without driving from my house I finally went to the nearest village store to buy some food. I think I shouldn't repeat another expedition like that before spring.

Our neighbour's tree went down under the weight of the snow. It won't protect us from the sun any more, when spring comes and we sit on those benches and drink wine.

are wet, they are happy. Our , , are wet, some are happy, some not. Our bedsheets will suffer from the canine vectored transfer of wetness. We're not happy about that, but generally we're happy.

On today's walk in the of we found remnants of the spirit of Christmas.

Something delicious must have died here. Or became delicious some time after it died.

A Christmas walk with in , Poland. In Poland smiling is – officially – regarded as not natural. Now you understand why.

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