Ice-mageddon 2013. Luckily, our hydro has stayed on, despite miles of wires sagging with ice crystals glittering in the frigid sunlight. We’ve been hunkered inside since the weekend, cooking, cleaning, wrapping gifts and waiting for the sun to finally come out. Preparing for our Swedish smorgasbord Christmas Eve dinner, sauteing the ingredients for stuffing the turkey tomorrow afternoon. Last night, I’d eased out the back door, seeking the clusters of fresh sage growing by the side door. No turkey would be complete without fresh herbs tossed with the bread, onions and celery. The cedars framing the path blocked my way, cramped thickly with ice and bent to the ground. Under my feet, the ice and crust of snow were thick enough to hold me…
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