Kettles

In Winter, the snow gets as deep as your waist, and it stays deep for months.
We fix kettles of soup and stew, then store them in the deep snow.
Every week, we dig up another kettle to eat from.
Long red poles with flags mark the places we’ve buried kettles, but sometimes the poles and flags get blown away, or taken by naughty and stupid children.
So, we try to remember where the kettles are buried, sometimes finding them, sometimes not.
When the Spring Thaw comes, the remaining kettles are revealed, and we hold a huge feast celebrating renewal.