It’s a beautiful, clear night here on Church Street. I have always loved the view of the sun setting behind the stark, black, grasping limbs of our neighborhood’s canopy of trees. The sky is such a clear and clean background that you can almost count each twisted limb reaching into the night. You can almost make out an abandoned bird’s nest or two waiting for spring.
There is something peaceful about sitting on the back deck on a night like this amongst our clutter of hibernating strawberry plants and upturned pots waiting for spring planting. Perhaps a nice, warm, woolen afghan would make it an even more comfortable night. Be on the lookout for our latest inspiration . . .