the western sky
All afternoon we worked in the new garden, side-dressing garlic with manure, uncovering bulbs in the piles of soil the guy who did our drain field work kindly scraped to one side, and planning how we’ll do the paths. There was sun — unexpected. And a few tiny purple crocuses in bloom, always the most hopeful of plants because the bees are not long in finding them, though not today.
So the glass of wine by the fire was very welcome and this was what we saw from our kitchen windows.