My Summer Garden

Summer Garden

in the center of
My Summer Garden
i placed a little plant

with green leaves
And White Flowers
that smelled like honey

i came to treasure
This Secret Place
as days grew shorter

until at last i
Joined My Love
beneath the dark soil

(6/7/04)

Imagine

Last night as I was sleeping

I dreamt – marvelous error! –

that I had a beehive

here inside my heart.

And the golden bees

were making white combs

and sweet honey

from my old failures.

– Antonio Machado

A dream is a goal that you both believe you can accomplish if you work hard enough, and feel in your deepest self that you truly need and must have.

ONE MORE TIME!

No, I will not be sharing my rendition of an Irish shanty song, no no. I'm talking about the 6+" of glorious, newly fallen powder we had at Willamette Pass the Sunday before last. It was April, for Pete's sake, but it was incredible.

I worked yesterday, but have next Sunday off, soooo... Here's wishing it might not be too nice of weather next weekend. I'd love one more chance in the deep stuff before it's really truly springtime.