We like snow. We wouldn’t live in NH if we didn’t. In fact, I don’t know how I’d do with a brown Christmas, but now even we are beginning to pine for spring!

The sweet smell of the earth with it’s green leaves reaching for the sun, the bright blossoms flirting with all the bees and butterflies.

So February finds us with one hand on the wood stove damper and the other on a seed catalog, glancing out the window now and then, looking at the thermometer impatiently hoping for a warming trend.

Thanks for the snowy cover and all that we know it does for our fields, but now we are ready for sowing and stopping to smell the roses and harvesting the yields!