Where do they go, these little ones, when the snow piles deep and the air is cold?
Perhaps they go into their 'hidey-holes'. Scattered here and there on our property are holes and slots that leave my imagination wide open as to who or what might live within.
Is there a whole little family of voles just sitting down to dinner? Telling each other what they did during the day? And giving thanks for no more snow to hinder their run abouts?
Are the 'children' being read to as they snuggle down into their bed? Or at the very least are oral tales being told of the strength of their early settlers?
Shhh, I don't dare disturb them. Its enough to know that a whole family might live right beneath my feet. I wish them warmth during these long winter nights.
"The home should be the treasure chest of living." - Le Corbusier