We’ve crossed the halfway point of winter and can, again, believe in the possibility of crocuses, the promise of pearly-and-pale-pink apple blossoms. Monday morning, my friend Brad Ferland invites me onto his WDEV radio program Vermont Viewpoint again. I’m lucky enough to ramble on for a bit about writing, and I spoke a little about this blog. For those of you who are new here, I often write about what the seasons in Vermont mean to me. July is the Swimming Season. September the Season of Fat Sunflowers. February, in my mind at least, is the Season of Hope.
The days suddenly widen and grow. A sunshiny stretch like this, and my state’s collective spirit rises. February is still deep in the Woodstove Season, however, which means, as a writer, no need to worry about missing a few fine gardening hours. The clouds will descend again, and surely I’ll complain (again), but for now, with two days of radiance, savor. Savor.
I feel my life start up again,
— Jane Kenyon
like a cutting when it grows
the first pale and tentative
root hair in a glass of water.
Stony Soil Vermont 
I’m in Pennsylvania and the last two days of sunshine has definitely been worth savoring. Brightens my mood and day immensely. How is your kitty enjoying the novel? How are you enjoying it – looks interesting.
My cat is a great reader. I’m loving this novel! Glad to hear you’re enjoying some sun, too. 🌞
Sun.