After the four hour drive, up Weaver Hollow Road, then a steep plunge down to our house.
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| frog pond at dusk |
I walk the property, making sure all is well.
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buttercups, rocks, lichen and brook
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| the blue hills of the western Catskills |
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| forget-me-nots |
Water and wildflowers, wildflowers and water.
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| the waterfall |
Wandering, gazing, pondering.
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| frog pond by day |
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| orange hawkweed a/k/a devil's paintbrush |
Ferns, lichen, moss. Stones, bluets, blackberries. Every day in the same places I would seen new things, things anew. There were friends and family, lovingly prepared meals, country roads, farmers markets, my favorite used books store, a gallery opening for a dear friend. I exhale, take a deep breath, breathe.
