snow capped, valley misted
Back in Vermont for the long weekend.
Not enough snow for our annual snowshoeing extravaganza.
Our houseful of guests has not materialized (missing you, friends).
But last night...
Became re-inspired as to what we might accomplish here at our "bit of earth".
If you have a farm or homestead, or dream of having one someday, find his book, brew some tea and settle in for a little dose of hope and a big sense of possibility.
This is how he dedicates his book...
For my parents, with gratitude.
And for the generations after me, I hope this helps.
We just placed our order with High Mowing Seeds.
Pacifying ourselves a little bit longer.
Waiting patiently for the future to unfold.
...while appreciating what is here in the present moment,
as the sun sets and turns our little living room a gorgeous orange on this winter's afternoon.