Retreat
Journal 10.25.25
Quiet moments in the soy field. Wandering through river reed. Cattails. Soft cold ground. Still Pond dressed in autumn morning sun like demi-glace. I could stretch the nine-minute drive from my front door to the restaurant into hours. And I have. I watch the land unfold and blossom and retreat into herself to rest to create again. Is this place miraculous? No. The miracle is that I have the pleasure of witnessing it
I so enjoy reading your stories. If this chefing gig doesn’t work , write the book !!! Kidding of course …. Have a wonder filled winter . Robyn Burckhardt
Witness which expands time, minutes to hours and writes a record!