The rain was steady at 4:30 as I pulled out of the gravel lane, leaving the farm behind for a few days while I fly west to visit my parents and family. I arrived on a bright sunny day, but there is evidence of the recent heavy snows in the mountains surrounding the valley.
The forsythia is in bloom here too. The maples have the same red flowers opening, and the willows glow spring green with the flush of the opening leaves. My sister's garden is waking up. Everything waiting for just the right time for expression.
I will sit with my mother and father for these few days, enjoying the time to see them once again and wondering how I will weather the late winter of my life.
No comments:
Post a Comment