Tom Theobald observes a shift. Tom and Laura chat about what it feels like watch the seasons turn.
“On the 29th of January I went out to do the morning chores. I looked into the chicken coop for the first time in several days to check the feed, and there, half buried in the winter accumulation of litter lay four eggs, dirty, cracked and frozen, the first of the season. In their ugliness they were as beautiful as any spring flower, a symbol of winter’s waning, a simple, elemental, earthy reminder that spring is on the way.”
Share on your
Join our Facebook group
No comment yet, add your voice below!