It is closing on mid-January and the temperature has hovered around zero degrees (Celsius) for the last couple of days. At nine this morning, conjecture reigned as to whether or not it would come today. By lunchtime, those who had denied the possibility, appear to be right.
Escorted to Fletcher farm early in the afternoon, I pad around its frozen paddocks, taking photos of naked pecan trees against the stark sky. It is then, that it starts to fall. Hurriedly, I finish taking photos of the orchard and return to the warmth of the laundry house.
Well into the evening, the snow persists. It is not heavy, but it has successfully begun to conceal the world I see out the windows of the shack. My eye is drawn to a painted birdhouse. I’m sure its colours brighten as the landscape around it pales. That thought makes me smile.
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