Spent half a day shoveling yesterday. The monster snow blower antsy and confounded by its solitude. The dichotomy of work. The more you can do the more you want to do. Paths to the barn, front gate, mailbox, garage, studio, parking and front porch. Then on to check the elderly neighbors, at 60 I’m a relative pup out here.
My days of sitting in front of the wood burning stove are dwindling fast. The chickadees have returned and are filling the lengthening days gathering and stuffing and binding. The front porch busy with promise. No more clear sign that Spring indeed is just around the corner.
You learn to pay attention when life slows down. Pick up on nuances provided by The Good Mother. How quickly the sun crests the horizon. Shade line receding, bed by bed waking to a sunny turn. The moon and the stars at night. The juvenile squirrels dancing overhead and fat Peter rabbits tramping about. Things are starting to move. Setting things in motion all around. Time to get busy with it.
This past winter’s reading list:
“Killers of the Flower Moon”, The Osage Murders and Birth of the FBI, David Grann
“Run Strong Stay Hungry”. Jonathan Beverly. Inspiring stories by some of my heroes
“Running For My Life”, Lopez Lomong. Incredible story of survival and the human spirit en route to Olympic 1500 Meters.
“Love & Terror On The Howling Plains Of Nowhere”, Poe Ballantine, *Based on the true story of a murdered math professor at Chadron State College. I give this book my highest rating*
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