Walking

Dear Kim + Kleo,

I went walking today. Thought of you amidst the snow and it got me here, typing. Perhaps this space is to you, after all.
The little camera found little places. A singular snowflake, who fell as I focused for you. Suspended by a hair from my mohair hat, I think, from another trek up the hill days ago.

My wild raspberry patch, that the children found this summer. Tough, thick, old stretching into the cold. 

Moss, lichen, birch bark soup. I feel hungry looking at these colours, hungry and satisfied at once. How beautiful wild winter is today.

Snowshoes and wool pants, thanks for Timber-dog who carries me out day and day again into this wilderness that is my home and remembering place. Beauty is me and I duck in to stormwell, where hot chocolate, teaching plans and needlework by the woodstove wait. 

blessings,

k