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Yesterday Karl and I enjoyed breakfast at Arabella’s Family Restaurant in Sheboygan. This is one of our favorite places.
I’m in my 60s now, and when I was in my 40s, sometimes I stopped at Arabella’s in the middle of errands. I didn’t have the energy to go to the library and grocery store without a break. I was going to Milwaukee every weekend to help with my mother’s care, and an illness I had changed my energy level. How I cherish these years, and next week it will be eleven years since my mother’s passing. What a Mystery, how love grows. Even still and always. I can see distinct chapters of my life: career in special education, health and caregiving years, and also poetry. Hope today and for the future.
finding poems again
how cold the day seems
until the light grows
These haiku are from my Archives. Isn’t that a wonderful thing to be able to say! My Archives. According to whatever schedule works best, work grows as one post follows another. I well know about times when the work can’t be created – and to trust those times in a long-term way. They will bless. I am grateful for all.
one leaf from fall
on the tree branch
absence of bird songs
with faith for spring
Years ago, Karl and I visited Washington and also went north to British Columbia, Canada. I still remember the beautiful colors of the rhododendrons in spring.
Photo credit: Paul Sherman
This photo is from Paul Sherman’s Tennessee flora section (filed under Plants). Nice to visit anytime, and as we wait for flowers here.
this world arrived this week. It is a beautiful book.
Carolyn Coit Dancy, Editor, included this haiku of mine:
in a field of snow
Here is the link for the Haiku Society of America: http://hsa-haiku.org.
One day recently, Karl and I were driving on a country road and a large turtle was crossing. We gave it lots of room, as did the other cars.
Some days I feel that slow and am grateful for room to breathe, all the kind consideration we offer one another.
Still cold, but corn in the fields around here is beginning to grow. So often, in the fall, it feels like only a moment since spring. Hope we have lots of corn this year. Last year, with the drought, there was not much local corn for sale.
The ferns are back, tall and as green as ever. The photo is by Karl, from 2011.
Hope you have a good week, Ellen