I’ve found my winter postcard for 2014, it will balance the porch photos of the summer. The snow and ice keep falling off our farmhouse roof, we keep digging paths out, the snow keeps falling on the paths. Red paused here, momentarily flummoxed by the blocking of his normal route. He moved to the edge of the porch, then jumped over the newest snow bank. Rained much of the day, so there is a river of slush. Spring is close.