Winter dreams

A little snow and then a little more. The transforming effect is enchanting, as always.

The trees are sleeping? Or just standing in the snowy cold.

There are green plants in the hoophouse, small and under row cover.

I thought a critter might eat the pumpkin I left where the driveway meets the road. But no, it’s unbothered. Now it has a coating of snow and frost.

It’s peaceful, and still. For now.

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I’m putting this link here, so I’ll be able to find it again. This Substack post has ideas that mean a lot to me, but I can’t put my thoughts about it together right now.

The importance of not being earnest