-Emily Dickinson (1830–86). Complete Poems. 1924.
Well… I’m not on the prairie these days… but I am full of revery as I watch the seasons turn down here on the Bay.
The sunflower has grown tall and straight.
It’s over six feet tall and the day it unfurled it’s blossom, we stood and watched in wonder.
And now..the leaves are falling…
It’s only August 6th and the leaves are falling…
They say the second winter will be the hardest. Because, “Now you know what’s coming.”
We’ve been here for over a year. I find that amazing.
My Love and I moved here to his family “camp” in northern Ontario last June.
After ten years of spending the summers here and hopping hither and yon every fall and winter, we finally decided to just pack up all our stuff and shift it…here…to this place.
We both needed time and space to think and write, and we have found it.
I scribble away, working on a new novel. Peeling away layers of myself. Figuring out what sort of stories I REALLY want to tell.
My love continues to weave words, creating plays and sending them out into the world.
It’s been fabulous.
go easy -p