Farm Journal ~ February
We measured 17" at the farm from last week's storm and the snow hasn't gone anywhere, too deep and crusty for walking the field, not to mention the wind chill. When we do venture out, the tracks in the snow have their own stories.
These winter months have their singular beauty and the dormancy they provide or insist upon will bring forth new life as it prunes weaknesses. The sculpture of bare tree limbs against the sky, the evergreens laden with white snow, the crimson branches of blueberry plants in a row, and our old barn always catch our eye, as we watch the winter constellation of Orion already far removed from its central place in the night sky.
February seems a less difficult month with March close behind. On the first we celebrate the Imbolc, that cross-quarter day between the Winter Solstice and the Spring Equinox- a sign of spring just as noteworthy as Ground Hog Day.
These winter months have their singular beauty and the dormancy they provide or insist upon will bring forth new life as it prunes weaknesses. The sculpture of bare tree limbs against the sky, the evergreens laden with white snow, the crimson branches of blueberry plants in a row, and our old barn always catch our eye, as we watch the winter constellation of Orion already far removed from its central place in the night sky.
February seems a less difficult month with March close behind. On the first we celebrate the Imbolc, that cross-quarter day between the Winter Solstice and the Spring Equinox- a sign of spring just as noteworthy as Ground Hog Day.