We turn to winter and the short days and long nights. The rains have been continual from late summer and leaves are layered and matted in wetness now. Today high winds. It will be a daunting cleanup in the spring but no time to consider that. Instead it is bird seed enough, leaks plugged, getting a heater for the chicken coop, bringing in wood for the fireplace and printing in the studio.
I found the shed skin of my resident snake who lives (I hope) in the walls. I dread opening a drawer in the flat files and finding him sleeping cozy on my Fabriano or Arches. He keeps the mice down for which I am grateful.
In this interval after the frenzied election and so much worry, the calm of the time before the snows is a gift. I continue to be a hermit and see no one. But on teaching days my train friends are reliable commentators on the state of the world. Standing there together waiting for the first Amtrak from Albany I cherish their bonhomie, quick wit and insight. How lucky I am to have found this place in our troubled world!