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Ah yes! A new year. And the cynic would say, “Can’t wait for someone to make a mess of this year, too.”

The way fresh snow glistens in the morning sun will forever be one of my favorite sights. I was drawn to the picture on the cover because of the blanket of snow in the field and the tracks that have been left in it.

Snow was falling, and I had planned a day of repairs in the shop. I wandered back to the ditch with the old machinery to look for a piece of metal for a welding project.

I walked into the convention hall a minute late. I checked in at the registration table, got my clicker and sat behind the Jerome County sign. The man sitting by me picked up the cowboy hat that he had set on my table. “Sorry, ma’am,” he said. “I didn’t know if the other delegate from your county would make it, but here you are.” At the president’s call to order, we opened our policy books and began the annual business of the Idaho Farm Bureau.

There’s a quote I’ve often turned to when I’m most in need of divine reinforcement. It is this: “The thing about truth is that it exists beyond belief. It is true even if nobody believes it.”

I forget what we were working on underneath the car my wife used daily. My helper claimed he was an extremely competent mechanic.