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The more things change...

Change is not so much what we make as it is what happens to us unawares. Not everything that changes is progress but it is inevitable that everything changes. The seasons flow on, all too quickly. We tighten our life-vests, and try to steer clear of the rocks. Along our way down the river, we are grateful for every resting place. Here's ours. Above, as it was in our first August here in 2016, and below, as it is now. We still miss the old cherry tree in the foreground of the first photo. It died the year after we moved here. We've carved a garden out of the hill and planted blueberries on the slope above. One thing hasn't changed. We're still here. It's still home. We'll hold to that reality as long as we can.



January came in wet and warm this year. We put all the houseplants outside during the day. That seemed to cheer them up considerably.

But after a couple of days, the weather turned properly cold and miserable, and everyone agreed it was winter after all.

The seed catalogs began arriving in the post this week, however, so even on these bleak days, spring is not far from our minds.

Henry's books.