Looking
out
the door
on a cold day.
Once outside Earl
guards
the barn
leaving us to walk in the bitter wind in search of a good spot to put bee hives.
Here? On the North side of this field against the windbreak of trees? It felt cozy to me standing there in front of the holly...because as my teachers say...Bees...like their entrance to face South, sun in the morning, dappled shade in the afternoon.
Remembering when this mustard was flowering and thinking it is good forage for bees.
On the way back in search of signs of spring
we found mud
and more mud.
Growing up in Vermont I thought mud season was Spring. But it is a sign of spring to come and so are these blueberry buds.
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