How our family bought some land, some water rights, and some seeds. . .and started a farm.
Thursday, November 1, 2012
Today I was going to post about Halloween. How my girl planned and executed a costume that involved sewing glow in the dark critters on a witch costume all on her own. How my husband and my boy matched his jack o lantern to his Star Wars Clone costume.
And then the orange glow of this lovely morning happened, and I thought, "Why live in the past?"
I realize this is a cliche, but I also had an urgent realization that today was the first day of the rest of my life and that I best get on it, you know?
A sunrise like this on a farm like ours will make you wax poetic in spite of yourself.
And then I blinked, and the weird orange haze had dissipated, disappeared, disapparated.
I still feel inspired. I was there, in that moment, after all. I captured something of the feeling of it.