The leafless skeleton of a cherry tree, yet to show any blossoms, stood rigid at the corner of the barn.
Snow awakens a child-like sense of wonder, stoking the adult imagination. It brings you back to memories of building snow forts with siblings on a snow day and heading inside afterward for grilled cheese, chicken noodle soup, and in my sister’s and my case, the thousandth screening of The Wind in the Willows.
I came to the conclusion that for Amber and I, when it came to deep water, fears were not necessarily conquered, but they were challenged and confronted, and for that we should be proud of ourselves.
Nonetheless, I’m personally ready for fall after a long and dry summer, and I look forward to more rain in the forecast. Let’s try to keep snow off the Palouse until November though, if possible.
The outer walls of the barn were a faded and chipped pink; the original coat of vibrant red paint had long since decayed. The white trim hardly held as well, the sunbaked boards naked and exposed.