Home and away

I spent nine days away, visiting my parents in Vermont. I have not been to the countryside much this season, so when I am there, I breathe deep and smell the summer I grew up with: haying, jewel weed and cool creek. I worked on an illustration project with my dad, planted a wild meadow driveway border with my mom, and enjoyed cocktail hour with them both under the apple tree each evening. I miss them since they've moved away, and a long week of time spent together was good for my soul. Matt joined me for the last few days. We camped, explored, picked chanterelles...

Back at home, we celebrated our first anniversary, beginning with Matt's amazing sour cherry waffles and ending with an evening on the back porch, beyond which lilies are blooming, elders are berrying, and all the unseen inner workings of soil and garden are bumping along. I am fortunate, so fortunate, to love and be loved. Thank you, Matt, for taking the slow trail, and spying cranberry blossoms, wood nymphs, and warbler nests with me. I want to grow old finding treasure together.