At this moment, this very moment, life feels manageable.
My creative juices and imagination lazily return.
My life along The Columbia River is ever changing as She.
Foghorns bellow in the gray morning mist, abundant raindrops punctuate my winter existence.
Seed catalogs spread out around me. Visions of medicine gardens, vegetable gardens, berry bushes, fruit and nut trees, natural rosebush barriers, passionflower vining the entry, rosemary, lavender and sage ......