Winter on the Hill
Excerpt and Photos by Nadia Dole
I dive right into winter, conscious of the cold as it renews me from the inside out. This winter held some of the coldest days and not much snow but we have snow now and it is white, and deep, and underneath the winter glistening moon shines like a million stars in the sky.
Chores need to be done, and a tiny being keeps me company as I do them, and at times she stares through the large windowpane blowing her mama kisses and having conversation with the cat. Yesterday she curled herself in a sunny spot of the wooden floor and fell asleep.
The horses are grateful for soft snow under foot and I keep getting my breath taken away at how beautiful they are against it and the landscape that is the hill.
Excerpt from La Porte Rouge