Goethe's Last Words
I spent this morning outdoors and in. It is so cold here that when a friend of mine shared this photo she took of my homestead in June I was speechless. What she showed me was paradise, a deciduous rain forest with fauna and laughter and a woman in short sleeves making her way to a chicken house. Right now it looks like the surface of the moon out there and ice monsters crack open tailbones and your face hurts from the wind. But this! Look at this! More light is always on the way. June will come back and so will the thunderstorms, hammocks, fireflies and green we once all knew. And it's absence is what I need to keep falling in love with it over and over again. I know some of you love living in places that are always warm, but not I. I'll take the tailbone that hurts when I sneeze if it means this picture makes me twitter pated and hot coffee on my lips makes me praise all of creation on a morning below zero.
Every day the sun sticks around a little longer. Every day I am planning gardens, bee hives, chickens, lambs, kids, dairy work, trail rides, dreams, desires and more. This is a wonderful winter day, filled with music and good work, friends coming to visit and warm fires. I so look forward to you June, but I understand you aren't ready. That's okay. I enjoy the delay in pleasure.