In the summer, the back porch has always been the soul and center of the farm – flowers, cats, dining tables, bird baths, cactus, hanging flowers,  and fiber chairs. In the winter, it’s a bleaker look, everything that might blow away is stacked together out of the wind. It’s moody and waiting to come back to life.

I’m learning that winter has its own beauty; the difference in the seasons is one of the most beautiful things about living here. There is always another Spring.