The winter countenance of Restoration Farm is a silvery apparition of the buoyant, green landscape of spring and summer. It is ethereal, yet still familiar. While the farm appears dormant, there is a sense of quiet energy – a sense of life simmering beneath the camouflage of mud, wood chips and rainwater.
Flocks of small birds huddle in the bare trees, and even a robin redbreast darts across the fields, suggesting that spring may be closer than it feels.
While the past growing season is long concluded, one notes evidence of indefatigable kale and kohlrobi.
A cold frame protects rosemary from the chilling temperatures.
The old red barn stands stately in any season, a storage house for garlic and root vegetables.
Donna Sinetar's hens keep a watchful eye.
The sheep, kept by the historic village, huddle in their wooly winter coats.
Tractor marks suggest evidence of human intervention.
Indeed, even in January, the farm crew is hard at work, making repairs and building a new frame for the blueberry bushes to replace the one damaged during Hurricane Sandy.
At Apple Trace, the heirloom saplings have shed their leaves, but the naked branches are dotted with buds of optimism.
Far from desolate, winter at Restoration Farm is a season of anticipation.
“Sometimes our fate resembles a fruit tree in winter. Who would think that those branches would turn green again and blossom, but we hope it, we know it.”
Johann Wolfgang won Goethe
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