this
clearing didn't exist when we first
came here
three weeks ago. that
first time, we shouldered our
way in and harvested with barely enough room
to
turn around, but after a couple of visits
with many
hands,
space and trails opened up, not quite a field
of dreams but getting
there. today it was just me and
Sarah in a
snowstorm, mostly empty roads and
school
closures as the midwest braces for coming polar vortex.
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usually we
bundle five-foot lengths but today
we took longer ones that had to be
bent to fit in,
stretched
from tailgate to windshield and
smelled
delicious when warmed by defroster. on the
way
back, we stopped for four dozen farm fresh eggs,
big
dogs oblivious to the weather. after
dinner, we
had our minds destroyed by cat-in-a-box
cuteness,
then watched a documentary about
Gabriola Island. |
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