We haven’t been able to go over to the burned-out farmhouse yet; our kid has been sick so we felt it wouldn’t be fun for her, even if she were in the backpack. I will be very curious to see what remains, as that fire was huge and took about 5 hours to put out. The largest trees in the area had shaded that house. It would be another kind of loss if those white pines and sycamore and oaks died, too.
But back to life, and the living. I am beginning to notice that some things are beginning to grow. Many of the hundreds of bulbs I had planted had spookily started poking up in December, barely a month after they’d been in the ground. They seemed to reach some kind of plant limbo until this week. The crocus are blooming, but I won’t bore you with pics of them. We’re easing into spring, day by day.