Wednesday, February 25, 2009

St. John's, Pines, Hay

1. Spoke on the phone with a very kind woman at St.John's rectory. She recognized my sister's name and told me the church had been praying for her.
2. I caught the sweet smell of the pines on my walk and it sent me whirling back in time to a childhood picnic in Saratoga. I chose to leave the road and walk through a field. It wasn't as good exercise for my legs, but well worth the exercise for my senses.
3. The farmers are fertilizing the fields, preparing for the promise of a new crop of hay.

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