Just knowing that February is gone gives me hope. By the first of March I have had enough of shoveling snow, sanding icy steps, entering and leaving the schoolhouse in the dark, making treacherous pre-dawn treks down slushy county roads. I know better than to think winter is over, but a day will comin in early March in which the air carries a certain quickening softness and I whisper to myself, “The back of winter is broken.” ~ from Reeser Manley & Marjorie Peronto’s The New England Gardener’s Year
Rock Bottom Homestead 