evening and night

my meadow,

where i harvested all that milkweed

we celebrated new years eve

listening to our local public radio, wslu,

and talking.

wakening to a lovely day.

we often drive from the place i call home

to cranberry lake

down tooley pond road.

i had ice cream for lunch

and then we went out for a walk in the woods

at home.

evidence of an old tree stand

and some amazing trees

that have grown in unusual ways.

this one holds two dead trees.

this birch really really wanted to keep growing

after winter arched it down

it continued on.

this woods is very rich,

but actually the soil is thin

and galacial erratics pepper it.

and so many

rock ridges follow the same path,

of course there are sugar maples

red and striped maple, hickory, hemlock spruce, white pine

june berry...

and here's another.

a stream makes an S

through this little bit of the

great north woods.

at home

the barn continues to bend.

isn't it crazy

that something so huge

just melts away?

i am so happy

that the days are a fraction of an inch longer.

i sense it, know it, and celebrate it.

happy new year.

and thank you all for your attention,

your caring.

and there's a new interview with me
over at zoneone arts.
seems that zones are currently in my world
(zones one and four, that is).