Dear Curiosity Journal,

While a winter storm whitewashes the farm, we line the hoop house with the lime green of napa cabbage and pak choy transplants. Outside the transparent walls of our sheltered microclimate, Mother Nature has Her way. However, I no longer “clutch my pearls” or even register surprise. I’m grateful for the moisture, the greenhouses, and perhaps another “last chance” to ski. I know that eventually winter will give way to spring. The enchanting artistry of the snowflake lies in its transitory nature.