Hope Resides in the Soil…

A quiet beauty blanketed the Vermont landscape this weekend. Nearly a foot of purity glistened under a warm March sun. A bounty of sparkles vibrantly danced for an audience of one as I made my way down the snowy drive. I felt privy to an early morning secret.

A bird song floated on the still New England air and greeted me as I began to make my way down the road. Hardened muddy ruts of varying degrees challenged each footfall. A glimpse at the arrival of our pending fifth season. I ran along in a respectful silence as my thoughts were with a people far from my home but close to my heart.

Recently we had a swath of trees excavated on our land in preparation for a new barn. A backhoe the size of a small building removed them with an alarming ease. Controlled fires managed the debris and smoldered for days. The landscape may have been irrevocably changed but hope resides in the soil…



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