1 post from day 03/01/2014

Stopping by woods on a snowy afternoon

wood-burning stove and firewood
There is something fortifying about making new tracks in freshly fallen snow. The walk to the mailbox was silent and still except for the scolding of a blue jay. I must remember to refill the bird feeder. An urgent nicker followed me down the lane. It was a quiet pleading for "More hay, please. Or grain, whichever. Or an apple. An ear of corn? Certainly fine. Anything will do!" At least that's what I imagined him saying to me across the frozen pasture. "Soon enough, Charlie, soon ... Continue Reading