|Bear Claw Cloud|
Thin mist rises from Elmira pond as dawn casts light on the hills west. A massive bear-claw cloud marks the blue sky as if a grizzly passed through the stars before dawn. I'm sleepy, but mesmerized by this morning's beauty. Horses munch grass, dogs pee and both mergansers are sitting on the pond log. Quiet hangs in the mist.
June 8 10 a.m. Pond Report:
|Mist at Sunrise|
I don't mind. I sip my coffee and prepare to sow more seeds.
June 8 Garden Report:
overnight. I grab the jars, a full cup of ice water, seed potatoes and several other packets of seeds--we'll see. I head to the garden.
|Hills of Bean, Rows of Peas|
|Ice Water Break|
driveway several times. They have a few visitors, too as if trucks are on the prowl. One visitor waves to me as I sit on the bench drinking ice water. I wave back. When he drives out an hour later, I'm again sitting on the bench. He must think I'm lazy. A lazy dirt farmer, chewing grit in her teeth.
|Hand Prints & Hope, Foot Prints & Faith|
Next I mound five small hills for beans. This across my newly foot-paved path between beans and a 20 foot row of sweet peas. At the end of the bean hills, I form a box and mark out three short rows into which I sprinkle dill seed. When I'm through, I look at my work and push thoughts of graves from my mind. Life, this is a place of life. I've sown; let the miracles begin.
|Waiting for Dirt to Grow|
June 8 6 p.m. Pond Report:
Three osprey circle high. One dips lower, but all continue south. I hope they filled their bellies on fish today.
Time for my shower. It feels calmer, and then I see the horses chasing each other. Well, maybe they are still restless. But for now, I am satisfied to wait.
|Restless in Elmira|