lola and i went for a walk today in the woods down by the river. we walked a path which once was the main road to the next town over. you can still find the remains of cellar holes, flower beds, day lilies. while we walked it rained and then it rained harder. it's been raining here for days and won't let up till friday. but the wet forest and the path were beautiful.
i am reading poems by wendell berry right now.
In the stilled place that once was a road going down
from the town to the river, and where the lives of marriages grew
a house, a cistern and barn, flowers, the tilted stone of borders,
and the deeds of their lives ran to neglect, and honeysuckle
and then the fire overgrew it all. I walk heavy
with seed, spreading on the cleared hill the beginnings
of green, clover and grass to be pasture. Between
history's death upon the place and the trees that would have come
I claim, and act, and am mingled in the fate of the world.