FOUND IN: Nature, The Farm on January 14, 2014
A few too many years ago, a dip like the one we had last week would have been gut wrenching. Tears might have flowed. Sleep may have been interrupted. None of this was had.
Don't be deceived, there is contempt. She is not my friend at these moments. Like a girlfriend pointing out one's misgivings where only support should sit, she seeded uncertainty. How will I fulfill that promise. When will the bounty return? Will there be another?
Plant more seed. Look to spring. Find beauty in the wreckage.
Appreciate more fully what I had before the freeze.