Sometimes it's hard to comprehend that there are places that don't have snow...
I understand that some places get snow and then it goes away. In Maine our snow comes, looks around settles down and decides to stay...AFTER it invites everyone that snow knows to come too. Um..we have a lot of snow and it doesn't go away until May, sometimes June.
In those places that don't have snow how do their goats get fluffy?
And what do their dead apples wear for hats?
How do their chickens figure out the meaning of life when life does not depend on the fragility a light bulb?
Where do they find gratitude for good advice from seasoned beekeepers and the sustainability of sugar for a weak hive?
Without snow how do they wrap their souls around death?
Without the sight of grass, flowers and leaves we yearn for spring, we want what we do not have and we appreciate it so dearly when it gets here.
In it's desloation there is a transcending beauty that we hate, ignore and love all at the same time.
Only three more months 'till spring, Mrs. Torrance....
And sometimes we get bored and read too much...
Smiles from the farm,
Lisa