So do you talk to the stars?
Sometimes I do…they are so beautiful, so amazing, so glittering, so vast.
Sometimes I stand on the ditch bank…my arms flung wide and tell our farm…how beautiful it is.
Even after a long day of working in my yard, helping with the irrigation, cleaning the house, painting fences…when the pain in my arms and back almost blind me
I still feel the most profound gift of this amazing place where Terry and I live.
Sometimes the breathtaking life surrounding us –is like a spell… The bats flitting in the gathering gloom, the last of the Barn Swallows feeding on the mosquitoes, the stars just starting to appear in the darkening heavens, the soil thriving and growing plants, the plants forming from little seeds,
It all weaves a pattern, like a spell.
From my world to your heart,