This is an old story. Not ancient, but one of those stories which keeps repeating itself until the mind and body feels exhausted.
We are so cold here I actually have a fire in the wood stove again. What an oddity, but a fact.
We keep having amazingly nasty weather this spring. Wind…mighty wind, huge amounts of wind that sock you right in the face and blow around things even tightly fastened.
Then lots of cold gray clouds full of moisture, which never really drops on our part of the world. It rained in town one day, and just down the road a mile, but only got the ground wet here.
Wet works for it cleans up the air and refreshing the plants.
But for a second, on the morning of May 1,…before all the clouds amassing over the plateau become thicker and thicker — pushed along to cover the whole of the sky.
There is was…a miracle of golden morning light, shadows shafting across the rich green alfalfa field…and I was outside basking in that spill of light and shadows.
From my heart to your world,