In my book Taste of Spruce Gum (1966), Libby’s stepfather spent the long icy winter evenings doing what he called his knittin’ work. This could be to sharpen saws blades or mend logging equipment. We’re not over winter yet – still snowbanks over what I trust are my snowdrops. Do they bloom underneath the snow? Funny to go into daylight savings time with snow, and robins blowing on the tips of their wings to keep warm. It’s hard to know what farmers do now, the big factory farms and CAFOs operating all year regardless of weather. Of course, they aren’t farmers…