Old Acreage

It's a day, windy & warm on the mountain, but as I understand it from the weather report, we'll be seeing another dip in the temperatures in the next 24 hours. All fair game, for April. My days have been a real mishmash, as the Zodiac comes full circle again, and it's been no surprise that I've kind of had to make it up, as I go. But, could we slow it down, just a bit? I've been adjusting to changes, and I need some integration time. This winter had a sly way, of pulling the rug out from under. Nothing overt, but sometimes the details add up to a coup, while you're not paying attention. I am happy to bond with anyone, who felt completely alone this winter. However, as we know, the lean times can bear a beautiful, bitter fruit. The fruit of truth, about what it is that we can truly rely upon. This is such a transitory world. Everyone has to adopt a sink-or-swim attitude, to some extent, and especially at certain critical junctures when self preservation becomes paramount. We're lucky, to have partnership, and relief from the daily pounding, in whatever small measure, when we do. I believe still, in dreams. Dreams of healing, of hope, of help, of meaning. Occasionally, our lives reflect that elusive reality. I still dream about farms. When I moved to Vermont, there was still a strong, but waning, farming culture. You could still find places to walk, on farms, including pastureland. You had neighbors with raw milk, and hay, and machinery that was useful. Animals, were in the fields. Some young farmers were actively learning to use horses, from the old timers. For haying, loggng and sleigh rides. Now largely lost,, from the average farm. It's too expensive, and time intensive. We're all about performing on social media, to show what we have left to show, of our farming culture. Who could blame anyone for doing that. I certainly don't. As for my old acreage in Washington, it still shines with the beauty of a thousand quartz rocks, wildflowers, and buried mysteries.. I offer up here, a drone shot, of when I hosted a wedding there. Dowsed and caroused upon, the land is still giving. And I will never let go. Of that one special dream. Of that one special spot. Of a life lived on land that was as yet, unencumbered, and near as I can tell, mostly, undiscovered.