But the works of winter are more intricate than the simple storing up of supplies, which are then run down until the summer replenishes them. Cooped up in our hives, with cold winds blasting at the roof, we are invited into the industry of the dark season, when there is nothing else to do but keep our hands moving. Winter is a time for the quiet arts of making: for knitting and sewing, baking and simmering, repairing and restoring our homes.
