Brokeback Net Tent

“Freeze your ass off tonight,” Snow said to Broccoli. “Better off sleepin in the tent.”

As the tent descended, Broccoli felt he was in a slow-motion, but headlong, irreversible fall.

“Old Brokeback got us good and it sure ain’t over.”

“You’re too much for me, Snow,” Broccoli said. “I wish I knew how to quit you.”

But nothing could be done about it, and if you can’t fix it, you’ve got to pick the broccoli.

Snow Day on the Southern Urban Homestead

Well, one can hardly call it “snow,” because it was less than an inch, but in classic Atlanta style, our roads are sheets of ice. The world (around here, anyway) has ground to a halt. Here are a few scenes from our silent, frozen morning.

This is how much snow fell last night.

Caleb, Chicken-Herder-In-Chief, wearing the result of a snow romp

Curious chickens find out what snow tastes like.

In the meantime, inside, the goat meat from my CSA this week marinates in curry, onion, salt, pepper, a jalapeno, and garlic.

View of the snow-covered Squirrel-Proof Net Tent and beyond