There is a roaring blizzard outside right now. I awoke on and off during the night, listening to the howling wind and the sleet and snow rattling against the window, worrying about the animals, as I always do during harsh weather. I pictured the buck shelter picked up and tossed by the wind, leaving the bucks exposed and possibly injured. I got up, opened the back door with some difficulty against the drifting snow, and peered into the darkness.
". . . in rural communities there are still farms and small businesses that can be changed according to the will and the desire of individual people. . . . by the ancient rule of neighborliness, by the love of precious things, and by the wish to be at home." — Wendell Berry*
