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Waiting on Words

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Waiting on the words
to do their usual tumble,
I will find instead
a pocketful of golden
leaves, and some scarlet berries.

Gratitude List:
1. Farm friends and farm crew.
2. Bringing the season to a close.  Moving on to a new Season.
3. Yellow carpet of leaves
4. The observations of a six-year-old.  This morning: “Fred’s legs aren’t made like ours are.  It seems like his knees come out of the backs of his legs.”
5. The light at the end of the tunnel.  It’s there, even when I can’t quite make it out in the distance.

May we walk in Beauty!

I Get By With A Little Help

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Gratitude List:
1.  Inventiveness and building creativity.  Camp Invention for my oldest boy: “Camp Invention is the complete opposite of swimming lessons,” Ellis said.  Swimming lessons were a bust.  Swimming lessons were labeled Torture.  “I love Camp.”
2.  Healing:  Winky the cat is getting back to her old self, grooming herself, eating, asking for petting.  This is the second year she’s gone through a June-July malaise.
3.  This weather:  I think I am getting over a malaise of my own.  Crisp, clear mornings, cool breezes, blue sky with fluffy clouds.  Bring it on.
4.  The lovely *Ping* that canning jars make as they seal.  That’s the sound of satisfaction with a completed task.  Even when it’s tomato sauce, and the jars are upside-down on the counter, there is often a muffled *ping* that announces their completion.
5.  All the people who help to make the ongoing story of this farm possible: Jon Weaver-Kreider, the intrepid farm crew, friends and grandparents who care for the children, Tracey who cleans the house, customers who treasure good fresh food, people who support local and sustainable businesses.  I get by with a little help from my friends.

May we walk in Beauty.

Gratitude List

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1.  The 30 bridge seems to be totally free of construction blockages.  How long has it been?  One year?  Ten?  Here’s to Bridges!
2.  Words.  Isn’t it amazing that a series of aural bits strung together can signify something that can create meaning that both you and I understand?  And then we can translate that into visual symbols?  And build whole philosophical concepts and relationships around them?  Hmm, #1 was also about bridges. . .
3.  Goldfinch Farm Customers.  They’re the greatest.  I love the people who buy our produce–community.  Umm, bridges.
4.  Salmon burgers.
5.  Beads.
Namaste.

Paradise Here

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Day 22 Prompt: Write a Paradise Poem.  I have abandoned the idea of writing about the town in Pennsylvania.  We’re holidaying today, so I’ll try to make this a quick one.  I think it’s a little plodding. . .

I like things pretty fine as they are:
the sun winks obliquely
over the morning fields,
warm eggs fresh from the nest,
the children run wild in the fields and woods,
a laughing farmer who works with intention,
a little too much to do
to keep us always grasping,
and enough struggle
to keep us always growing.