The ice came, it is still coming, and I have been settled into the farm for hours before the rain started and then turned to ice. A jumbo dose of giving thanks. This ride across the ridges and through the valleys were the first of the fall, no leaves, and expansiveness that is so different than on the last visit when it was so green it almost hurt my eyes.
There was no color anywhere today. The treelines, the rock formations and the places where the glaciers just stopped are amazing. This is the driftless land. The farm is seventeen miles west of Taliesin. The bigger than life horizontal landscape that is everywhere here most certainly informed Frank Lloyd Wright's architecture.
I am sitting in Fina's new studio, it is a beautiful space. Today made more beautiful as I watch Fina knit, we listen to Ben Sidran, and we give thanks for the decades of friendship that we have had together.
The turkey was killed this morning, it is dressed and ready for our meal tomorrow. A neighbor just dropped off a venison roast fresh from the butcher. The vegetables have been picked from the garden. We have shared the menu and plan a leisurely morning of cooking and getting ready to greet friends.
Warm, safe and sound. Give Thanks.
Comments