January is the month for dreaming.
November is chill, frosted mornings with a silver sun rising behind the trees, red cardinals at the feeders, and squirrels running scallops along the tops of the gray stone walls.
July can also be hard and shiny, brassy and sharp. Some days are like copper pennies in the sunlight.
June is the gateway to summer.
In March winter is holding back and Spring is pulling forward. Something holds and something pulls inside of us too.
