The Help of Doubters

Sleet and snow all day yesterday. By mid-morning, every twig of every tree was a crystal shaft. It’s an enforced Sabbath. No lamps are lit today—the sunlight, unobstructed by foliage, refracts from the snow into every window. Bread is rising over the woodstove. I’m thinking of mixing pesto from last summer’s basil and garlic.           […]