It will soon be March and already daffodils are coming up, my first hyacinths have bloomed and it feels for all the world a whole lot like Spring. I can smell the earth turning every time I walk outside after work and the killdeer have returned. Last night, Chris and I grilled and then sat on the porch listening to frogs sing across to each other in the dark. I love it.
As for these photos from New Year's, it was the opposite of a mild early Spring evening. It was cold, the stars shone overhead and we listened to a fox call across the mountain while we sat on the tractor and burned a pile of old, rotten lumber and brush. At midnight, we shot off fireworks while it very faintly snowed.
I love this man and I love this place.