Some days, the sun seems to be struggling to come, to touch the colors and shapes and images of the world. Life is like that, I think, the bright and beautiful parts fighting their way up through the fear and confusion and anger in which so many choose or are forced to live.
November is like that.
We are back on the farm, after a solid month of driving around, talking and pushing “Rose In A Storm.” A beautiful experience, all in all. Tonight, shopping, sitting by the fire, reconnecting with our world. Just one more trip – Concord next Saturday. And I’ll start plotting a library tour when I catch up with things.