knitting neels

Goodbye to the horse that decided to take me on a gallop down a rocky hill.

Goodbye to the funny general store down the road that sells not only the advertised but groceries, the paper, handy pocket compases, crocs, sport axes and doe urine.

Goodbye to sitting out on the deck watching fireflies and bats. I’m gonna miss you too, deckchair.

Goodbye sudden thunder storms…

…bears treading through the woods…

…flowers in the garden…

…and fruit that feeds robins the size of crows.

Goodbye fine dinin’.

I hope I come back again.