I miss the snows of winters past. For only then are the bones of the landscape visible- the skeleton laid open to the trees and sky. Ruth Stout, (1884-1980) one of the first organic gardeners wrote ,"...only in winter, in the country, can you have longer, quiet stretches when you can savor belonging to yourself." Celebrate the quiet times in snow and in winter.
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March 2019
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