A timely invitation to sauna spread smiles across these farmer faces, and we happily accepted the opportunity to sit and soak our benumbed bones after working outside on our own sauna yesterday. Once Rufus took a few runs down the sledding hill, we slipped out of snowsuits and into swimsuits. We tiptoed barefoot through snowflakes and with shivering shoulders, shimmied inside the most adorable little barrel sauna. I laid across the bench and the saturating steam stilled my shuddering, dismissing tension and toxins, and transforming me into puddle form. I close my eyes and visualize the greenhouses.