It's 6:00 in the evening at the beginning of March. The sun is still shining over our heads, and our little valley is humming with life: lovely, blooming things and chirping birds and rushing, tumbling water in the creek at the bottom of the hill. The two of us are really so priviledged to live where we do.
'First a howling blizzard woke us,
Then the rain came down to soak us,
And now before the eye can focus -
- Lilja Rogers
Flying into a storm.
10 hours ago