The Still Point


Previous owners built a room with a deck over the garage of our new house. We are in the process of our own remodeling. The kitchen is gone, replaced by an infinity of fine cement dust that will grow a bit more as the tile in the breakfast room is jack-hammered out today. Yesterday, I assisted again at St Paul’s, L’boro. This time I got to help baptize a delicious little boy. It was a busy and noisy and lively time.

Last evening I stood on the deck upstairs and just watched for a while. Except for the fact that one of our resident horses was a little gassy, shall we say–very loudly, comically gassy, in fact–our farm was still and achingly beautiful to behold.

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