Raising Flowers and Horses
Why I’m a Fan of the Winter Greeting Card
I’m a sucker for a winter greeting card–-Merry Christmas, Happy Hanukah, Happy New Year—it doesn’t matter to me what is printed on the card or when it arrives. I just love the jolt I get this time of year when I open the mailbox and there is a card. It’s the same jolt I get when I happen to look up at the sky just around sunset, and the sun has turned the late afternoon clouds into glowing bits of cotton candy. I know both of these things are possible, receiving greeting cards in the mail, and witnessing a gorgeous winter sky, but that knowledge does not stop the delight I feel when these events actually occur.
Mythical Creatures on the Farm
Living in this magical place has given me comfort in the last couple of weeks. My inclination, strong in the best of times, is to hunker down and hope the world outside gets better while I stay close to home, but I’m trying to fight that impulse.
Hope Amidst the Native Plants
When I was finishing many of the fall chores last week, I found myself talking to myself, and starting many of those sentences with the words, I hope: I hope the ground doesn’t freeze before I get the ranunculus in the ground; I hope the covering for the low tunnel arrives before the baby plants freeze, I hope there can be world peace.