In other news, we've had snow, soft pellets -- unsifted confectioner's sugar -- which have lingered for a week --
Woods walk --
A few small puddly ponds have frozen and I'm six years old again, crackling the edges and tossing pebbles which skip off the translucent surface.
I'm enamored of leaves suspended below the surface,
of ice shards cracked away and refrozen.
Sugared ferns --
Looking for the beautiful in what I otherwise think of as the grimmest of months.