the peaceful peacock

The win­ter lasts a long time in Montana.

A looooooong time.

We are cur­rently in the throngs of Win­ter 2, the post-Christmas lull before the real deep-freeze mad­ness sets in.

This year we have been graced with plenty of still, blue skies and pre­co­cious black birds to waken our dreary eyes.  A refresh­ing prepa­ra­tion for our next season.

Still Win­ter.

Hang in there, say the black birds. Make new plans for gar­dens and sum­mer­time frills, fix the parts of your insides that ask for atten­tion still.

Thank you for your mes­sage, Brother Birds.  You hang in there too.

blue skies, crows, Montana