These feats of determination are evident across the barnyard. A gorgeous web has been hanging delicately on our horse-drawn hayrake for the past few days. Each morning slightly worn at the edges and sagging in the fog, but still there. Fat, green caterpillars have wiggled their way out of the mulch only to curl upon themselves as the temperatures drop at night. Leopard frogs sun themselves on the rocks by the spring. Frightened by the rustle of red-winged blackbirds, they jump back into the 50 degree water and are immobilized until the clouds pass from across the sun.
But these days are numbered. And if we hold fast to our determination, we'll be dancing in the Spring rains, glorifying the newness of Mother Nature's achievements for yet another year.