By Megan Baxter
It’s dark here this time of year. The sun barely clears the pines. But the moon is brilliant on the snow and birches, and my dogs sleep restlessly as the coyotes sing on the wooded paths that braid through the timber lot. This time of year, everyone has something they want to resolve or do differently. All I’d wanted to do was fire the burn pile while the snow was low, but the equinox slipped by, and then the holidays, and now a year too has turned over. Already, I can feel...
Published on January 09, 2024 04:00