Winter Gardens, Church Attendance, Antartica, and Link Love

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We woke this morning to a thin layer of ice everywhere, coating branches and buds, rock pathways and last year’s garden remnants. This morning I stood in our screen doorway watching the pups try to navigate the ice (Rilke’s first ice—it’s so fun to watch them experience something for the first time) and stared out at our border garden.

Some people clear …