Today we sprouted wings. Here's a picture of Elk Cliff Farm:
And yet another:
Here's our field:
A little closer. See the pig-aerated garden in the right bottom corner? (Click on the pictures to make them bigger.)
"All right, cough it up," says Virginia. "Whose plane had that wing?"
Our neighbor. Here he is taking off with the next load.
[Note: After I originally posted my photographs, my good friend Jerry Tovo, a master of all things camera (and internationally known for that), worked his magic on 4 of them. Can you guess which four (hint -- not the last one)? If you can't, go to jail, do not pass go.]
When I look back thirty years
I wonder how I got here.
I did not expect my future,
I did not plan it.
I knew the dreams I had were fiction,
professional basketball player,
Supreme Court justice,
father of six or seven.
My short-term goals were something less,
chosen just before each gentle turn
I charged with focus down the line.
Then something happened,
I shifted right, then left, then right again,
and I landed exactly
where I wish I had dreamed
I would be today.