The winter pasture is already fading. It was in the 40’s today and despite the high winds, Spring is close. You can see it in that sunset. In a few weeks, grass will be sprouting through the snow, and the gates will be closed, and lucky cows – still in the hands of a family farmer – will be grazing in between milkings. I thank the winter pasture for giving me so much clarity, beauty and promise through a hard winter.