It was more like a crawl through steam than a walk to the gate this morning. Sometimes after a lightning show and hours-long farmer’s rain like we had last night, the next morning is a little cooler. Not today.
I’m bone-weary from a weekend of research, writing, and preparation for meetings this week concerning our property rights situation. What situation? I’ve written a bit on this before, and will write a whole lot more before we’re done. But right now, there’s work to be done and a pot of French roast to help me get there.
Thank goodness the woods don’t care about such fleeting, temporal matters. The forest does what it does. It’s resilient. It gives me sustenance and strength for the journey. And I am grateful.