When it starts to snow, like last evening, I smile when I see:
the tracks of our technically-outdoor-only cat braving the elements (briefly),
our barn just refilled with wood by our neighbor the wood-cutter,
our kitchen stocked with a big basket of broccoli and some cabbages just gathered in our neighbor's garden, and
when I see a little hand in the window, and a little round face watching as I get a load of firewood. This view is what fills my heart.
