The winter pasture came late to the farm this year, I saw it this morning for the first time when we came out to feed the animals. There is a stark beauty to winter in the country, especially when it finds it’s grip and freezes the ground and covers it in ice and snow that will linger, perhaps for months. I love the way the snow settled on the old apple tree, as Red did his outrun around it. I am a warrior for color and light, but sometimes the absence of both can be eerily beautiful. I am grateful for the winter pasture, I’d rather see it than bitch and moan about the weather. It reminds me that everything has its own beauty if you open your heart and mind to it.