I manage December, enter January, and each year, I think, “I did it!” I got through the slowly dying days. Soon the longer days of late winter and spring will appear. I can get my life from the sunshine, from working the dirt, from leisurely walks. One would think I would know by now that January always puts a lie to my hopes. Despite the passing of the winter solstice, the days stubbornly refuse to get longer. The clouds obscure... Read more