Monday, December 29, 2014

Postcard from the Farm

I'm still in the Christmas lull, spending my days in the warmth of my mother's farm house. Neighbors stop by every once in a while for a cup of coffee. They come bearing gifts: a dozen fresh eggs from their hen house, a box of precious pears pulled from their root cellar or a stack of garden magazines from their archives for leisure reading. I'm happy here. I'm always happy here.

1 comment:

Notes From ABroad said...

It is wonderful that there is a place that you always know you will be happy in .. Happy New Year to you and yours ! C