In the Bleak Mid-Winter

Not Quite Halfway to Spring

In the bleak mid-winter
Frosty wind made moan;
Earth stood hard as iron,
Water like a stone. . . .

Christina Rossetti never made it to the Coast of Maine but her words ring like prophecy now at the tail end of January, a tough time to be here. It’s true the days are getting ever so slightly longer but there’s a lot of winter still to come. The ground is iro…