The old apple tree – we think it is as old as the farmhouse – is a beautiful thing, it gives us beauty and context all year. This morning, arctic winds and cold, just about everything that could be frozen was frozen. I sometimes forget to capture images like this, because they are so familiar to me, they seem ordinary. But this morning, I paused and looked again, and realized this is not ordinary for most people, and they appreciate seeing it.

I am lucky to see it. I feel on solid ground when the animals have their food, the world seems to be working.