The sun is finally setting on winter so we thought we’d celebrate across three forms of media: a poem, a video, and a photo. Above, you may notice the silhouette of our four foot balsam wreath on the well house. This photo will likely be the last before we remove it from its four month home adorning our well house.
Why not let E.E. Cummings help usher in spring with a poem. Who better to do so than a poet who’s summer house in New Hampshire is named Joy Farm. Clearly, he holds an affinity for spring. Notice “Spring” is the only word he capitalizes (he purposefully misspells balloon).
Who Knows If The Moon’s
who knows if the moon’s
a baloon,coming out of a keen city
in the sky—filled with pretty people?
(and if you and i should
get into it,if they
should take me and take you into their baloon,
why then
we’d go up higher with all the pretty people
than houses and steeples and clouds:
go sailing
away and away sailing into a keen
city which nobody’s ever visited,where
always
it’s
Spring)and everyone’s
in love and flowers pick themselves
-E.E. Cummings, 100 Selected Poems
Lastly, check out this video taken by Justin Bouchard of our family farm. I think we need to put it on a loop so folks can watch and listen to it as they are falling asleep. It certainly seems like this sunset is helping usher in the spring. Turn up the volume for full effect.
Bonus Video! Here is another short, amazing time lapse video of our farm taken a few days before the video above.