The farm never stops giving and giving. It yields up broken parts, treasures, memories, ghosts and the most  beautiful symbols. This week, it coughed up a beautiful old red rocker that needs a new seat. I visited it in the barn, near where the ghosts keep laughing at me and whispering in my ear.

The sun came through the old window pane, it case the chair’s shadow on a bale of hay, and then the window cast its own shadow on a bale higher up, in the back.

So much emotion and feeling in the light, the farm is never cheap or harsh, it just keeps on giving and giving, the many lessons of life.