I can’t see across the road yet again for the blowing snow. It’s been like this for most of the winter. And so I share one of my favourite anecdotes with you that brings hope to long winter days. “It’s amazing the way bulbs, the little balled-up plants with their slender roots, can hang outContinue reading “Hope”
When you cut down all the trees, the wind blows really hard across barren fields. I often wonder where the snow ends up that is whisking past my window at such a clip.