Down by the farmers'
fields, it was cool and breezy , and I walked along in my sandals and t shirt
and jeans, tossing the ball, and watching the wind sweep through the corn and undergrowth
and trees all along the river.
And I found myself remembering walking along
last fall, when you just began to need a sweatshirt pulled close around you,
when you had to make the jump to socks and sneakers.
I flashed on the frozen times of winter, with
the almost intolerable cold and all bundled to a t, heading into the wind as
the brash winter sun blinded across the snow and ice and everything was asleep
and breathtaking.
Where the morning walk revealed exactly what creatures ran or climbed or
swooped down and killed for their midnight meal.
It came to me, those days when the freezing rain coated the snow and down there
while the pup raced and sniffed , I was complaining to myself about the snow
and the cold, all the way down the deep snowed-in dirt road, til I'd come
about, and suddenly the joy would split me wide open.
And the beauty and wonder and love would pour into me, albeit wind now at my
back.
And I'd be amazed that no matter the suck in our lives, often there is such
heart breaking loveliness.
Today while I walked round the corner of the dirt road, with the corn towering
over me and the swift river glimpsed through the forest, I came upon a pathway
in the midst of the cornfield ,where small thistles grow, and despite the
terrible dry spell, are putting out their blossoms perfectly well.
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