I went for a walk down the road that leads in and out of our community. That's our house straight ahead. Much of what is not visible in summer is now seen through the bare trees. Logging roads seemingly going nowhere appear from the underbrush . The contours of the land are now exposed. Faithfully green rhododendrons provide cover for the chickadees and titmice. It becomes easy to forget there is a world beyond Groundhog Mountain. We have no traffic or other urban noises to distract. The stars shine brightly through the dark of the clear, cold mountain air.
Yesterday a plump snow wren cavorted playfully over the small woodpile on our deck.