Good morning!
It’s Sunday, and it’s the first day of March. That’s more than enough reason to don the swishy snow pants—yes, there’s still snow—and traipse down the dirt road, don’t you think?
Besides, I want you to hear something. What you’re looking at doesn’t seem to move. But crank up the volume and you’ll have ample evidence that there’s much happening right beneath the surface.
“Thaw with her gentle persuasion is more powerful than Thor with his hammer. The one melts, the other breaks into pieces.”
—Henry David Thoreau
Onwards,
Clara
