Mid-February, with an inch of dry snow on the ground, I walked back from morning barn chores, past the stone patio and frozen patio furniture, and heard the satisfying bite of my boots in the cold snow, and surprised myself with a renegade thought (if you know me, you know how much I’ve hated winters): What’s so bad about this? I was warm in my jacket, gloves and hat, I was dry, there were no bugs, better yet, no ticks.
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