A good friend took a trip up here this past weekend to take a winter break from
the City. He was exactly the right person and came at exactly the right
moment to revel in the stillness of a snow-covered landscape, untouched
by cars or plows, trodden on only by little feet, basking in the low,
lazy winter sun. Barely a breeze, feeling shorter than usual as we sank
into the snow up to our knees, the boys tapped a melting sheet of snow
off of our wood shed roof. We peeled back the carpet covering our winter
compost pile and witnessed the steam of decomposition, some sprouts
sprouting and our springtime humus taking form. Appreciating these
opportunities to capture the little things the land and nature have to
offer is what seasons are for.
A good friend took a trip up here this past weekend to take a winter break from
the City. He was exactly the right person and came at exactly the right
moment to revel in the stillness of a snow-covered landscape, untouched
by cars or plows, trodden on only by little feet, basking in the low,
lazy winter sun. Barely a breeze, feeling shorter than usual as we sank
into the snow up to our knees, the boys tapped a melting sheet of snow
off of our wood shed roof. We peeled back the carpet covering our winter
compost pile and witnessed the steam of decomposition, some sprouts
sprouting and our springtime humus taking form. Appreciating these
opportunities to capture the little things the land and nature have to
offer is what seasons are for.
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