Day Eight – Friday, January 20,2012 – I have returned from my perilous journey to the mailbox (entry Thursday, January 19, 2012). I now know how Hannibal felt crossing the Alps. Midway I would have traded my kingdom for an elephant, snow shoes, perhaps my own personal sherpa. To add insult to injury, there was no ValuPak in the box, not even my weekly plea from AARP. However, as my good fortune would have it, I was delivered from my peril this very day by an angel; one with many years of snow driving experience and the foresight to park her car at the bottom of her road near the regularly plowed highway. No, it was not DZ (who came to my aid last year, but who, as I write this, is sitting with her sister, the lovely Fabienne, in Castres (that would be in France)). Mangez quelque chose décadent pour moi, s’il vous plaît.
Today it was the Angel Fell 
who came to my door bearing heirloom oranges, fresh spinach, kale, and apples. At first I thought I was hallucinating again, but when I pinched her and she winced, I knew she was real. So, once again, I have been saved by the kindness of a friend. They grow wild here on the island.
The temperature has risen this day, the trees have dropped most of their white burden, the icicles on the gutters are mere nubs, and there should be more in the way of warmer, rain filled days to come. I hope to be out of the woods by Sunday. I’ve got some serious catching up to do with the guys down at Local Grown.
Greetings From Coupeville 