Nevaeh
The weather is turning colder. It's not too cold here yet, but I can tell it will soon snow, and that means I need to get the horses cleaned out and warm before the bad weather arrives. I've stocked my cabin with everything I might need to keep me going for the next two weeks- just in case I get snowed in, which, according to Margret, can happen quite quickly out here.
I don't mind being snowed in; I've become somewhat of a writer these past few weeks. I've been keeping journals since I was fifteen. Since the day, I looked at Kirby in a whole new light. I sit at night and write about what's happening in my life.
At least I can keep on writing should the snow get too bad. I won't be so bored then. All I need to do is ensure I have enough wood stocked up for the fire. The cabin mig
