to the farm
This place never gets old.
When the child was a child,
Berries filled its hand as only berries do,
and do even now,
Fresh walnuts made its tongue raw,
and do even now.
It reached for cherries in topmost branches of trees
with an elation it still has today,
has a shyness in front of strangers,
and has that even now.
It awaited the first snow,
And waits that way even now.
- Peter Handke -
The snow keeps coming and the temperature is dropping. Shoveling will soon (hopefully) give way to sledding and ice skating in these last days of break.
But in the mean time, if you're voluntarily stuck inside... take a look at:
this map. [careful, your laptop may sound like a mini jet engine. but it's worth it.]
this blog. a good friend of mine.