We've had nonstop snow in this area. I was driving to meet someone to unload an antique trunk when I caught her out of the corner of my eye...cold stone foundation...empty for a while. No Trespassing Signs and For Sale Signs. Rusted Barbed wire. Still proud.
I get lost thinking of the slow lush sound of humble animals, the gentle breeze that caressed the hill she sits on. How fertile this earth must still be, just waiting to be asked to the dance of abundance. Cars rush by without a nod, yet still she stands her ground. Like a good woman, she deserves so much more...I can only hope someone of substance gets their hands on her, loves her and holds her tight..how I wish I could hear her stories.
