Hello 2016

On New Year's day, we walked to what is becoming our favorite place: this spot by the eastern branch of the brook that runs through the property. When we first visited, in the summer and fall, the banks of this little stream were lush with grasses, so that we only had vague sense of rushing water, down beneath the green.

We were surprised, visiting in December after we'd moved in, that the stream was twice as wide as we'd realized, and full of beautiful bends and tiny falls.

May that be the product of all Decembers, of all winters: that through the bareness and cold, truth is revealed.