We got an unexpected snow this morning and it continued to linger even as dusk fell. It's beautiful. I grew up with snow in the winter, and went to college in upstate NY so I have snow in my blood. As much as I like always having a [sort of] perpetual spring, I find the blanket of snow a wonderful invitation to hunker down in creative and spiritual projects.
The White Dogs relish the snow, I know the climate of Maine will suit them well. Benne was sitting out in it most of the day. Earnest seemed to take it in stride.
I continue to go on here like I always have, but I do have one foot in Maine's pond, for sure. It is impossible not to-at least for me. Like any project I can't wait to begin, I have percolations of our new adventure. When I looked up at the snow dusted hills today, I thought,
Just like Maine will be.
Perhaps the farm here is giving me gentle pats on the back, showing me how much this farm will pop into our minds when we are there, and while here, we will rejoice in our current footing but anticipate the upcoming adventure.
