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.