I didn’t see her come or go, but this morning, all of the hanging baskets had pansies in them. I can guess who it was, it was a delight to come out into the pasture this morning and do the chores and see the color and light returning to the farm. The winter was dark and cold and relentless, even by our standards up here.

I am a warrior for color, and my camera is my sword. I like the winters, although they are hard, but the thing I most love about them is that they precede Spring.