It is now 50+ degrees warmer than it was a few days ago and the snow is cannonading off the roof like thunder. Finally relinquishing its hold on the trees, it is dropping off in showery gusts. This is a relief as a crystal thaw has been forecast. Trees heavy with snow, then coated with slush and finally thick ice become brittle and dangerous. It breaks my heart to see the yard snapped and crushed, or to have to use a chainsaw to get to town, so I am cheering on the melting. The greenhouse has been suffering too, joints snapping in the cold and snow’s weight. I will probably re-do the construction in steel this spring when I have it apart to re-skin. I am researching kits and parts now.
If winter is slumber and spring is birth, and summer is life, then autumn rounds out to be reflection. It’s a time of year when the leaves are down and the harvest is in and the perennials are gone. Mother Earth just closed up the drapes on another year and it’s time to reflect on what’s come before.
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