It is supposed to be the coldest week of the year, this second one. I wake up expecting frost but I am disappointed. It is cold but not beautiful. Grey. Mushy green. Brown. Still, I go outside and put out bird feed, admire the brightness of the hellebores, look for the tiny green tips of bulbs, squash fallen apples underfoot. It is too cold to stay out …
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