The first lake-effect snow flurries are falling on the Bluecircle at the beginning of Year 3. A bucket of flags from seedlings that failed to survive their first drought-stricken summer rests in the barn with other equipment. Frost has started to level the weeds that will need tilled under before replanting, and soon the first real snowfall will arrive. The ending of one year and advent of the next in the cold quiet of Michigan winters is a time for rest and consideration, for thanksgiving and moving beyond regrets. Still, while awaiting the cleansing blanket of snow and ice there is a time of uneasiness. A few hunters break the sunrise silence with their guns and gusts of November wind sweep the leaves and needles across the sand.