The land sleeps in winter. Snows will blanket the Flats until late April or early May and the life below will rest until its rebirth next spring. Yet, a few rose leaves and an occasional hip will cling to branches all winter long and I often stop to look at them.
Like the earth, bears also rest. They hibernate. I have always thought that a long winter’s sleep would be good for us all. The older I get, the more I like that idea.
I should have been a bear.