Spring arrives in three and a half hours. It will ask what we are doing.
Our gate, though broken, reaches across driveway with green mesh fence and red reflectors with looping dock line steadying ragtag cloister for dog from Barnestown cars and trucks.
Birds at feeder know dregs of fifty pound bag will give until no more.
The hermitage remains cloistered.
My your events provide quiet joy and inner peace!
