Snow fell heavy on this Permaculture smallholding in the West of Ireland today and suddenly we were back in the midst of winter.
The light changed, as the reflective quality of the snow worked it’s magic.
“Is it snowing where you are? All the world that I see from my tower is draped in white and the flakes are coming down as big as pop-corns. It’s late afternoon – the sun is just setting (a cold yellow colour) behind some colder violet hills, and I am up in my window seat using the last light to write to you.”
― Jean Webster
For some childlike reason, it fills the heart with hope and delight, as though there is something else just waiting around the corner!
Walking over to the polytunnel, I felt a lightness in my step.
Inside the tunnel there remained an early Spring, untouched by the snow and…
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