On the cow shed
A hard winter rain;
Cock crowing.”— Buson
My daughter “relocates” a plastic pink flamingo. The prank is insanely refreshing to me. I’m on a long string of evening meetings, negotiating the adult world in all its complexities, and I surface now and then, checking back into the kid realm. She makes hot chocolate, complains about a lengthy reading assignment.
Early winter: ice over the compost bin. A red cardinal noshing at the feeder. The hard whack of an ax through firewood.
Here’s a link to my commentary in VTDigger.