Well, that was certainly a lovely day.
Thank you for the delicious chocolate cake, Susie.
In all seasons,
bring us back here,
to the place where
stepping out of the arctic air
into the greenhouse warmth
welcomed by our dear farmer friend
who put these three little people right to work
planting ginger mothers!
as she and I talked
about the changing seasons
I looked around,
thinking how the seeds of my wedding flowers
were seeded in this very space
by Jenny’s hands.
how grateful I am
for our long friendship
and for roots of love
that grow deep
at Meadowlark Farm.
ten years between them
through the seasons
today I stand
watching them hold hands,
as they travel over a frozen landscape
that will soon
Ellen declared this as a very successful day.
“The poems were just popping out of me onto the page!”
We had a glorious day for a hike up to Clay Cliffs. It was a little field trip to spring before winter returned!
Before the thaw, there was ice and cousins and laughter and skating down on the village rink!
Heading out from the frozen white world into the iridescent green world below the surface, through the magic of ice fishing. Many thanks to our dear neighbor, Mike, who takes us out onto the ice and shares his shanty and his love for fishing!
Ice formations. Mini ice caves. Ice balls. Ice always changing. Endless formations. Endless possibilities.