The winter is a time of waiting. The earth lies bare, ploughed and fertilised, seeds sown in preparation for the following seasons crop. On the surface of things it can look like not a lot is happening, however just like the seed buried deep in the ground, invisible to the human eye. There is life, but it just can't be seen yet. This winter at Hephzibah has been a season of waiting, life goes on around the day to day challenges of muddy horses, cold fingers, chapped hands,