the opened stable of our hearts with a nod to Emily Gibson Only then, with the door thrown wide, will I see each leaf unique, hear that particular gate’s squeak my husband’s soft Dutch voice Then, the wood thrush’s song liquid, resonant, hushes everything carries me away
Thank you! Have a beautiful day. We are WAY too warm here in March--no rain for weeks, and weather predicted in the mid-eighties. My heart sinks at the thought of fire season.
and here I am, nodding back! So lovely! Emily
Thank you! Have a beautiful day. We are WAY too warm here in March--no rain for weeks, and weather predicted in the mid-eighties. My heart sinks at the thought of fire season.
Wish I could send you some of our March wetness to tide you through fire season. And snow for your higher elevations to melt at the needed time.
Oh, I wish you could, too!!!