“It may be that when we no longer know what to do,
we have come to our real work
and when we no longer know which way to go,
we have begun our real journey.
The mind that is not baffled is not employed.
The impeded stream is the one that sings.”
Clouds take their places at dawn
to herald the arrival
of the moon.
– Melinda Schwakhofer, 2012
A handgathered bouquet of flowers from their garden, brought to brunch on Saturday along with half dozen freshly laid eggs. Given from our new friends. Looking forward to the time when she knows me well enough to lick the maple syrup from her plate.