Introduction

Every winter we lose something here little river farm. It's like a tithe that nature takes, year after year after year. This winter was particularly tough, polar vortex and all that. I suppose none of the bees made it. Always go to the funeral. We respect our animals in life and in death, ecially in death. They are of air in life, and they should be of air in death. And we begin again, always. Youare listening to an audio recording of the epsilon theory note, a song of ice and fire,. originally published on may 20, seventh, 20 19, written by ben hunt and read for you by keven veldma.