February is my favorite winter month in these mountains. Fresh snow carpets the landscape, making everything clean and bright. The skies clear and temperatures drop, often below zero at night before rising along with the sun through the day. Stars blanket the night sky, easily seen, so close it seems you can reach up and touch them. Early fogs leave a coating of frost on trees, plants and fences, crystals that sparkle in the morning sun before melting away. There’s a hush that comes with winter, a slowing and calmness that I find comforting.
Feature photo: old derelict farm house surrounded by equally old frost-covered trees, Jan 27, 2019.