For all my spirit being willing, the flesh got weak when the temperature fell below 20 degrees. I managed to sit all of ten minutes in the snow out the back door of my Nebraska in-laws, where I was spending Thanksgiving, and draw what I think might have been an elm tree. It grew in the yard next-door. Whatever it was, it had been limbed up the day before and the scars were fresh where the saws had done their work. And it had been a young tree when the neighbors built their house and put a chain link fence around the yard, because the fence post is now a permanent part of the root system. This is the hard thing about suburban drawing: you can’t pretend there’s anything wild and natural unless you’re pretty good at pretending. I thought about leaving out the fence and the telephone wires but in the end I gave in and drew them in. I would have put in the swing set and tool shed, too, but damn it, it was cold out there.