Something is going on, I’m sure: water crystallizing and breaking up little clods of soil; near-dormant bacteria slowly converting crude organic matter into more basic elements; worms dreaming of humus in Guadaloupe.
But above this foot-thick blanket of snow, we’re thinking about seed catalogs, tillers, deer fencing and anticipating the day late next spring when we’ll wonder what we did with our downtime this winter.
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