Repeat the sounding joy.

Embracing the winter blues and making new Christmas traditions.

Tomorrow is the shortest day of the year.

Ozma’s first snow.

Hello, and welcome to Vol. 17.

Our town lost power Monday due to 70 mph winds that bent the oak trees back like twigs. No snow, but the stream along the stone wall breached the drive. Scattered across the garden are lichen-crusted tree branches, like dozens of bony fingers pointing in all dire…