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On Route 153 of Late February 9, 2010

Posted by indigobunting in Uncategorized.

To the north, Lali has let go of her goats and I didn’t get to say goodbye, and to the south, on weekends anyway, there’s a café at the goat farm where Angela and Darcie serve toasted cheese sandwiches and succotash soup and cheese plates and granola next to a freezer of frozen meaty parts of goats I didn’t get to say goodbye to either. Matt sings and plays the guitar at the café and every time I decide it’s time to leave and get back to my chores another friend walks in, and there you are. Next door, Kristina turned ten and had her first sleepover party, and Lynda made whoopie pies, three of which Alison and I insisted that Tim sneak over and steal (and lo, they were very good). Past the goat farm, on another even-further-south farm, the clink of cocktail glasses filled with Cold River martinis heralded the start of the Superbowl and a feast of good food and wine (and I got to meet the puppy!). Right here, in my office, I’ve looked out my world wide window to see snow slam the mid-Atlantic states, then out my local window—first at the bare Vermont ground, then up at the afternoon light—and sometimes it doesn’t look like winter light anymore, sometimes there’s almost a glimmery pulse of spring, a tiny seed of a pulse, perhaps, that’s wanting to be.


1. Craig (Maito Sewa Yoleme) - February 10, 2010

In parts way, way South, I’m undergoing a general purge. A house that was crammed to the gills is now breathing again, with load after load going to a donation center or to the trash heap. I’m being ruthless, and ruthlessness is a surprisingly good feeling. In other news, tonight I’m eating my first steak from the half-a-cow that is happily taking up residence in several freezers. With leftover pasta puttanesca.

2. indigo bunting - February 10, 2010

Oh, I’m so happy to hear all of this, and I’m envious. I’m dying for the time to purge office and attic. I need to go through files and throw stuff out out out. But I don’t see having the time in the near future…

Mmmmm. Puttanesca.

3. Eulalia Benejam Cobb (Lali) - February 10, 2010

Succotash? They’ve come a long way since I was there last!

4. indigo bunting - February 10, 2010

I should have said succotash soup. Perhaps I will correct it. And it’s one of the best soups I ever had.

5. Mali - February 12, 2010

I know this sounds selfish, but if your spring stays away, maybe we’ll have summer for a bit longer?

6. Helen - February 13, 2010

A whoopie pie… I love it. Much better than a whoopie cushion.

7. laurie - February 13, 2010

yes, i am clinging to that light you describe. with all my fingernails.

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