It is time to take down the little tree in my store. Take off tinsel, cut paper snowflakes, folded paper stars, and put them away someplace that I can remember to look for them next November. This morning was finally cold and crisp, the way I expect January to be. When the sun finally rose above the trees on the hill it was after 10 a.m. The hill road and woods are full of soft, white snow now. Snow white is an intense color. The hollow owl tree's enigmatic runes caught my attention. Snow shoes worked.
A deflated Jesus Loves You balloon, that fell from the sky into the crabapple, was still tangled there. The steep hike made my hands too warm, so I dropped my mitts, where they looked like startled snow animals, about to run away. My, I was hungry! I came home quick, and made a little pizza, for lunch, glutenous, topped with anchovies, artichokes and wild leek pesto.