The limbs of the arborvitae hung with snow bow to the ground like penitents on parade. It came quietly in the night. Even the bird feeders are contorted into something they aren't. This snow looks fluffy and friendly but now we have to shovel the walk and the back of the truck because today was supposed to be our Christmas tree cutting day! Down gravel roads and over hills to Find Your Fir! But first the boots, shovel and power up the tractor, lower the blade and off he goes, the big guy that is. Not me. I'm staying inside to catalog it all.
The power is on and what a gift electricity is. So runs the coffee maker and the lights strung around the buffet and this gadget I'm writing on. Speaking of....
I'm waiting for big news from my publisher on the 15th of this month. I'm hoping to get a glimpse of what my cover will look like for Black River, my upcoming novel about trouble in farm country.
Anyone can be good in the country, there are no temptations there.
Everyone knows that isn't true! Trouble is and always has been intrinsic to farm country. Oscar Wilde had a cleverly sarcastic pen.
I've just been notified by dVerse, the pub where poets hang out, that three of mine have been selected for their 2026 anthology. They have invited poets from around the globe to send in their best, so I can't wait to see what the collection looks like and the treasures it will hold. I'm very honored and excited to have my verse included.
Now, a little something new for Lillian's prompt about sewing. Can you find the terms? Have a happy Wednesday and may your power stay on and the water run.
But their seed is covered in blousy drifts.
One small thistle is stuck in a buttonhole
from where once it ticked into the mouth
of a tray. Feed dogs bray from the woods
where whitetail gather and we’re overrun
but they sure are graceful when they fly
1 comment:
I love this! Most especially the line about the ditch being obscured with the white snow. Eons ago, when we were first married, we lived in rural Iowa in a farm house about 2 miles out of a very small town. When we had snow storms (and that happened a lot in the winters there), it was indeed so difficult to drive those country roads because the shoulders of the road (which were indeed ditches) would be covered with snow. Thanks for the memories!
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