Maine Journals/11.30.20

When the rain began today it began in earnest, a chill in its heart that drained warmth from my hands as I hurried the dogs into the house and stowed outdoors things not needed for several months.

We are in the north, now, and at this house we have witnessed late summer, autumn, a tropical couple of November nights. Now early winter, cold bones and noses: the seasons have spooled out across the back yard and in the dropping leaves of trees rising skyward. They are in every window of this house. They are birch, oak, pine, many others I hope to learn.

Art, Music, Food, and Beauty remain my guiding lights. These Muses pulled me to New Orleans in 2016, and this year (amidst much upheaval) they orchestrated a return to Vacationland, state of many happy memories.

We are here to learn to grow our own food

and food for our community.

We therefore are here

to listen openly to Nature

and follow her clues. I will recount what I can here. -A