Howling wind, frigid temperatures and days since we’ve seen green pastures set the season. Evergreen boughs with twinkling lights and visits with family have encouraged us to continue. Rams and bucks are running with the ewes and does. Soon the seed catalogs will begin to arrive. Hot tea is the drink of choice. Wood smoke rides in the night air while I’m out filling stock tanks. It’s a quiet time spent in rest and preparation. Hope and continuity are the themes. A shawl is growing on my needles as I knit up the yarn from the flock. Grass to garment takes a year or more sometimes. In being a shepherd one learns patience. Days grow longer ever so slowly.