Bare vines climb arbor.

I ask myself: how deep is this winter, really? Is it so harsh that hibernation is the only choice?

I don’t think so. All around me I see signs of growth—small, subtle efforts that carry growth forward almost imperceptibly. If I wait for the full change of season, I’ll miss out on all that early, incremental improvement.

After all, it’s not so bad right now, is it?

A Year Ago: Desolate

De Soto Beach, FL

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