Springtime comes and all daylight hours cry for attention to all that could not be done in the cold. Soon I will post progress of gardens and other projects. Today, as I travel to pick up one brother from the airport (free help with construction projects!), I post a poem sent to me by another brother:

Finding one’s way

Incalculable machinations

below the surface of the sea

another world not betrayed by the churning above

And in the odd, off-handed, unguarded moments

a turn

letting go-

leading to that true path

Intentionality overrated

When all the while

a wonderous, hidden ocean of wisdom

alive with countless creatures

knew what to do

Courage unscathed by hominid humming

Divinity at work in the simple will to live, to flourish

to breathe the air bound in the currents

Death only affirming continuity

That pearl of great price

floats like a beautiful dream

in the black abyss

-Crick

I hope to lure The Fab Five out next summer so they can all play with us on our farm. I am rich in brothers!!!!

Sisters too, as my baby sis sent me bountiful sage for our planned foray into sausage making.

Desert sage: naturally dry enough to survive mailing without moldering.

I have a roast in the fridge, basking in a dry marinade made with bay laurel sent by my older sister.

The pay is meager, but the food is good.

Rolled omelet with wild oyster mushrooms, asparagus from the garden, cheese (we DO live in Wisconsin...) and whole wheat biscuits, made with...cheese!!!