I Smile, Of Course, And Go On Drinking Tea.

I love driving through rolling farm-land in the fog, then arriving at the Farm and seeing the cows grazing in the deepest green grass I’ve ever seen, with the chickens quietly pecking around them. I love walking up to the front door and seeing the bricks redder than I’ve ever seen bricks. I love looking at the white fog sitting low in the black trees and having it settle things in me and stir things in me. I love how when the world is getting ready to sleep for a little while, like a calf curled up in the hay, I am feeling things begin to bloom and I hope to keep an open heart to all the possibilities that could be coming.