Back to Nature

So the upcoming farm event of note is a 10K or 50K run followed by a pig roast.  This run/roast, like Tryon Farm,  takes us back to nature except this event skips farming and goes back 10,000 years to our glory days on the savanna chasing down animals, lacking speed but winning with large lungs and sweat glands.  Omitted is the bit where the runners finally catch the pig, as there is no pig on the trail, but the symbolism is clear to me. Kudos to my brother Will for  arranging the event, and to the volunteers who have cleared the trail.  Respect to the pig for what he gives us.  (Noonans at the farm:  Sophie, Gabe, Sarah.)

Where is winter?

I am told that Russians suffer from depression during mild winters--like soldiers they are ready for a battle that does not start.  I understand.  Manhattan is mild.  The calendar indicates February, but the temperature could be April.  I want snow, perhaps a foot, and I want it at Tryon, the white blanket around the white barn, and I want to be in it.
  Sorry about the arrow.  A more technologically savvy blogger could photoshop it out.
(Noonans at the farm:  Sophie, Gabe and Sarah, and Sam arrives soon)