Simple, ancient rhythm
Product of seed, sun, soil, water, toil combining,
Easily recognized, yet, too often, to too many, unfamiliar.
Respect for this continuum
Charges alike, novice and farmer,
To tend, to reap, fruit from vine sown by unknown hands.
Now, nourished by this, rest.
Then, sow for our selves,
Tend for those that follow, so more may hope to reap.
Mid-Winter finds us in a cherished, strenuous, comfortable, familiar rhythm:
Wake-up, eat, work, ski, sleep; repeat.
When it was “too cold to snow” last week,
Clippers left knee deep sharp crystalled snow.
Deep purple, then moonlit nights, keep the snow dry, durable, and deep.
Daytime air, half-heartedly, occassionally, flirts towards thawing.
Impossibly blue skies, encourage us to trails,
That begin by passing Summer’s Sunchokes:
Tubers that may taste even better after fully overwintering.
Tousel topped hemlock, green all year.
Snow laden boughs harbor cones; next season’s seeds.
An abundance of Phlox along the Elkdale Road near the heart of Elk Mtn Area.
Winter started on schedule this year, settled in comfortably, and kept it’s grip. And now, again as if on schedule, the three foot snowpack diminished, making it’s own way to swell streams.
The geese fly overhead, and the first tremblings of Spring growth reveal themselves.
The wildflowers have been extraordinary this year. We have seen over a dozen different kinds of flowers in the back yard and on our walks on the Tioga trail on Elk Mountain.
If you know the names of these flowers, please email us and let us know.
Click on the picture above to see more wildflower photos.
Light and shadow play across a garden awakened by unseasonable warmth.
Following the sun, nourished by the light.
The much anticipated arrival of spring like temperatures and longer days has brought out crocus and snowdrops with a promise of lilacs, daffodils, and more to come.