Daily Archive: February 11, 2018

The sky is white, wide and wild. It seems snow-laden. Snow-burdened. But you never know. It’s been known to disappoint. Snown to disappoint. The wind is shaking the honeysuckle leaves in the trellis, still green from summer. It’s swaying the bird feeder, bereft of birds. There was a small yellow and blue tit hunched there earlier, but he’s nowhere to be seen now. There is still snow on the ground, a patchy white blanket tufted with the too long grass, also of late summer. There are rose hips scattered on the deck. I am glad to be inside, out of...