sometime earlier this afternoon it started snowing. huge gigantic enormous clusters of snowflakes so outlandish they made me laugh out loud with joy. later walking home, the snow, now more normal looking, was still coming down heavy and wet and fast. even though things feel quieter in the snow, you can still hear the flakes clicking down against each other like ice cubes into a glass only under a microscope. it covered me up, half an inch of snow on my shoulders and scarf. i imagined just lying down in the hammock in my back yard and letting the snow bury me.
i found this bag of turnips in the crisper last week, and they had sprouted these lovely yellow fronds. so they went into the window, one at a time, and I watched the leaves turn green. they found the light, chlorophyll knows how to find the light in winter. they are smarter than i am, i think.