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March 10, 2015

The green stays green.


The lodgepole pines feel alive and earnest all year and folks up here don’t do “lawns” so nothing, invariably, goes dead.
It’s quiet. Like, really quiet, save for the sound of distant neighbors felling trees for firewood or clearing a driveway with their John Deere. It’s cold but not debilitating, and on a bright day I’ve been known to split logs in my running shorts. It’s easier to make friends with winter here. Friends With Winter | Huckberry

Posted by gerardvanderleun at March 10, 2015 6:08 PM. This is an entry on the sideblog of American Digest: Check it out.

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