Now that I have passed the three-year mark of being often in the country, surrounded daily by a landscape that morphs from brown and gray to offering a tint of red-fuzz crowning the tree tops, I notice that my feelings ebb and flow with the weather. It is as if the changing temperature, gentle or gusty winds, presence and absence of sun, rain and snow,…
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