This time of year when the days are short and often cloudy, I feeling like curling up with a book in bed all day, waiting for spring's return. Although I remain active, my activities are more likely to be passive appreciation of the landscape: I'll be snowshoeing rather than gardening and photographing the frozen portions of the lake rather than kayaking them. It seems that with the lower light levels and dropping temperatures of fall, a silence descends and even the very landscape seems to shut down. Many people spend more time indoors, migrating birds have left for warmer regions, and plants become dormant. It would be easy to assume that not much is happening out there, but that is definitely not the case.