Sleep: Winter

When the first true snow arrives, a white blanket tucks the forest in for the night. The trees stand bare and "undressed," their sap moving slowly, mimicking the animals they shelter. The lively pond becomes a ceiling of ice.

Beneath the frozen ground, the queen bumblebee has dug a tiny tunnel. While her colony has passed away with the frost, she carries the future of her hive within her, resting in a deep, shivering stillness. The World Goes Quiet Winter Sleep

High in the hazel trees, a tiny dormouse has spent weeks feasting on nuts and berries. Now, cold and heavy with fat, it weaves a perfect ball of grass and moss deep within a hollow trunk. It curls its tail over its nose and begins a secret, rhythmic snore that will last until spring. When the first true snow arrives, a white