I love winter. I love how snow scrunches under my boots, the hint of wood smoke, going out my backdoor directly into the Easton woods, making fresh snowshoe tracks. I love how the trees and shrubs and perennials and annuals know what to do: looking dead but being very much alive, including the seeds, and how they all know what to do in the spring as the cold recedes.
Please join me in celebrating this season of rest and renewal!
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