Thanksgiving

Thanksgiving. My sister took a walk down to the pond. She saw two heads yacking at her from a break in the ice. Otters! They quickly dove out of sight under the ice. We have looked for them each day, but haven’t spotted them again, yet. Everything is solid, frozen. In the meantime conversations amongst our fellow Washingtonians revolve around future gardens, seeds and plans for planting. And so the cycles of nature continue.