It's a dreary, cold first of May. Only hours until I'm in the air--Chicago, Munich, Prague.
I'll miss G, Z, Bugs, Is, and of course, the chickens. I'll miss my parents, my siblings and their spouses. I'll miss J & hers. I'll miss my neighbors and Wasatch Commons.
I will not miss the drone of the neverending primaries. I will not miss the dirty air. I will not miss recent dramas, personal and political.
But forward and with new eyes I'm looking across the ocean and into the woods.
rainy day Šumava
fall
summer in the unitas
summer
spring in praha
spring
winter
the sky immediately before the first storm of 2007
east
the view out my back door in mid-October
Guernica
Pablo Picasso
2 comments:
Dad and I have been tracking your progress across the Rocky Mountains and the Ocean. We figure you are now in Prague. Since I've been off-line, I haven't read you blog in a while. What a treat to read it again. I think about those chickens sometimes and future blue eggs. The sun is shining today; it's 8:30 a.m. and 40º outside. Dad is planting the nectarine, Queen Anne cherry and apricot trees this afternoon in our miniature orchard. I hope I get the flower beds finished before it gets cold again.
I never thought of that, you will escape this primary garbage for six weeks! Lucky you! Of course, nothing will have changed by the time you get back...
We'll miss you too!
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