With the first snow I see things in a new way - a pile of chains on the orchard fence has a new look.
The pig panels become a pattern of metal and snow
Field fence is suddenly interesting
The garden rocks and trees have a new form
The pottery with snow have new color and shape
Old farm machinery has a new look
Even the buddha looks different
With the snow comes quiet contemplation and introspection. And snow shoeing! How I love winter.