Winter

O, wind, if winter comes,
can spring be far behind?
        Percy Bysshe Shelley




Of winter's lifeless world each tree
Now seems a perfect part;
Yet each one holds summer's secret
Deep down in its heart.
        Charles G. Slater




I prefer winter and fall, when you feel the bone structure of the landscape.  Something waits beneath it; the whole story doesn't show.
        Andrew Wyeth




Now is the winter of our discontent.
        William Shakespeare

Some of our equipment at the partially excavated build site during a snowstorm.

It's either cold and frozen or thawed and muddy this time of year.
Either way, progress is made at a reduced rate.

We call this road the "West Boulevard".
Completed this Autumn, it is now the main access to our build site.