Living It, Loving It
Life screams from above as the trees fill with blackbirds. The snow geese settle in the fields. The survival of the pond fish are like a symbol of our spirit….reduced in quantity perhaps, but far from dead. The Christmas tree goes out back to be planted amongst the others, our future invited woods.
One day the orchards will bear fruit, the fields will grow…the black tarps squashing the ground will be no more. One day the gardens will flourish, and I will be there to tend them.
In honor of Cielo Noche, succumbed to cancer November 2013. I miss you my dear friend.