That's because the activity of life fallsinto a slow winter rhythm on the Coblentz farmstead. There is no garden to tend, weeds to pull, or beautiful-day buggyrides to enjoy.
Life becomes centeredaround the warm aura of the wood-stove.
The Coblentzes are likely to settle in around the fire with a bowl of fresh popcorn and a good book in the evening. It's these cold, crisp dark nights of winter that make the warm sunshine of spring sweeter when it finally arrives. I enjoyed the company of the Coblentzes on a cold March night recently as winter slowly yawned to a close. After picking up Elizabeth at her house, we went over to Lovina's for the evening. Lovina's house is a hive of activity with five children under the age of six.