The sun and the winter pasture seem in disagreement to me, the sun is up early and strong, it stays late, it’s rays are confident and direct, not the fleeting glance of winter, where the sun passes by quickly, as if in a hurry to get somewhere else.

The winter pasture does not take instructions from the sun anymore, if it ever did. It is extending it’s stay a bit, it is not ready to go. Green sprouts are popping up in the ground, the Spring songbirds are in the trees, puzzled but their voices strong, the hens are beginning to lay again, grass is pushing its way up under the snow and ice,  lambs are struggling to drop out of lowered bellies. Mother Earth is not an orchestra, following the baton of one conductor, it seems, but a bunch of different symphonies, each with its own music and tempo.

Did the sun and the Winter Pasture every get along, I wonder, or have they always gone different ways? They always told me nature was in harmony, nature does not agree.