I just came across the absolutely loveliest post over on the blog of a woman I work with. It is a gentle accounting of her morning walks in nature, trips to the farmer’s market where she savors (and I mean savors) the weekly bounty, an ode to pumpkin ice cream, creative get-togethers with friends (some involving wigs) and a trip to a local vineyard. It is written as if in a dreamy stupor – that state so many of us try to get into to write that poem on the tip of our tongues…
Enjoy.
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Thank you, Amanda–I’m hoping my poem will emerge soon, too–