The dripping crystal droplets taunted us with their sparkles throughout the forest as we worked from tree to tree with our rolls of tubing, tools and collection containers.
Somewhere before lining the windowsills with trays of seeds and after putting the fields to rest for winter, Paul’s ever-restless project gene hatched a plan for the boiler room. Worms. Red wigglers (sprinkled with some native worms from the fields), to be precise.
The horses have paths all around their pastures (albeit closer to the barn), the cats have stuck to the hay loft or house, and the dogs are tag teaming the snow based on height. Our neighbors, Jim and Cathy, report that their adventuresome feline was tunneling through the snow–pretty impressive!
My favorite Christmas present this past season was a beautiful, hand-painted Hex sign from Pennsylvania Dutch country. The beauty of the barns in Pennsylvania is really unmatched except on Zoar Road