as the mid-afternoon light became thinner and grayer,
i bundled up and took a walk on the road.
the wind picked up and howled so, that my eyes teared
and my ears got cold.
i spotted this nest, abandoned for now,
and wondered how far south its maker has flown.
this beautiful fungus caught my eye
and as i took the picture,
the clump of trees creaked against one another
in the wind.
hannah and gretta, my two lumberjills, are out
splitting wood for the stove.
i've just freshened up the table for our supper.
i'm feeling a bit like we live in
(remember when mr. edwards brought oranges for
laura and mary's christmas stockings?)