In the rain, Lulu’s Crossing was full this morning, it seems a long time ago that Lulu balked at crossing the muddy bridge, every morning, she leads the donkey’s and sheep across the gravel bridge and the donkeys explore the brush and the hills and fresh grass. Maria was feeding Simon flowers she picked off the ground, Red was at his post at the bottom of the hill, the barns and farm rolled off in the distance, green and soft in the never-ending rain.

This is what life is like, I think, we come to this intimidating boundaries, we figure out a way to get across, we move on to the next crossing.