Intervale Road



The mist has settled down on the farm.


Crops are full fledged.

The day after a hard rain.

And, from here on out…

Life will never be the same.

I cannot look back to the fields sowed.

Better to stay focused on the acres yet, plowed.



Milling About and Mulling It Over

Milling about.

Mulling things over.

Not something I am known for.

But fortunate me.

I haven’t far to go to find basic reverie.

Fur lined logs.

One size, does not fit all.

Plodding about in myths of greener pastures.

Happily unaware of the here…and, hereafter.