Snow is falling thickly and drifting off the trees periodically in great puffs of white powder.
I’m not thinking about plants or gardening.
I’ve been doing a lot of stitching, some drawing and painting, making some books, reading some books.
Walking in the winter weather. Taking care of the chickens.
It’s been a quiet, peaceful time.
When we return from South Africa in early April, it will be time to plant in earnest.