|Tiny sprouts of kale starting to show themselves|
We are in the spell of another cold snap here in Central North Carolina. We got a bit of snow the other night (not but barely an inch), the ground has frozen up pretty well, and some of the snow has stuck around. Tonight is another cold night (which means around 10 degrees Fahrenheit for us), so we're hunkering down and trying to figure out what other things to accomplish.
It makes me think of the following poem by Wendell Berry entitled, "To Know the Dark":
To go in the dark with a light is to know the light.
To know the dark, go dark. Go without sight,
and find that the dark, too, blooms and sings,
and is traveled by dark feet and dark wings.
The screeching halt of a cold night and frigid day stops concrete work, freezes the chicken's water, and limits our ability to work the soil. There is movement in the cold though, and there is growth. We have started seeds in the greenhouse and they are emerging from their little pockets of earth. As in the photo above, we have things that are starting to bear themselves above the earth, and as exampled by our carrots from the other week, still have things that are in harvest.
|Chickens frolicking in the straw|
|Never ending wood splitting|
I'll close with one more Wendell Berry poem called "The Cold":
How exactly good it is
to know myself
in the solitude of winter,
my body containing its own
warmth, divided from all
by the cold; and to go
separate and sure
among the trees cleanly
divided, thinking of you
perfect too in your solitude
your life withdrawn into
your own keeping
-to be clear, poised
in perfect self suspension
toward you, as though frozen.
And having known fully the
goodness of that, it will be
good also to melt.