Transporting myself to my Peaceweaver Farm in response to Adrienne Beaumont’s visualization prompt.

Wearing a white cotton nightgown covered with a long red fringed Capote, I walk down the icy hill to the shelter on the back of the big old barn.
After tossing bales of hay to the cows and gathering eggs, I sit with the donkeys. I sing their favorite song, and they come over and cuddle me. I stand up so Luna can move her head under my left arm and Datura on my right. Datura’s foal nuzzles at my legs so I can pet her.
“I love you a bushel and a peck a bushel and a peck and a hug around the neck.”
As I sing, I feel they know I love them. I brush snow off Datura.
Time stands still.



