times like these (and chai-spiced almond butter)
i’ve heard it said that winter is never far away in the north country. you can feel its presence just beyond the mountain; hovering, biding its time. it’s time. this past week, three snowstorms worthy of january:
the first, heavy wet flakes just right for building a snowman;
the second, cold and powdery;
the third, falling right now, steadily, steadily; deep. when the clouds lift, the newly dusted mountainside will reveal scars–stark gashes of white across a forested flank
