I stand at the window and wrestle with conflicting emotions about the rumbling thunder and cloudburst. I’ve had to reschedule today’s Driftless Curiosity workshop on Nature Journaling. Surely, no one wants to hike and hammock in this weather. We’ve had incredibly auspicious skies for 5 out of the 6 workshops, so I swallow this setback with a spoonful of sweet surrender to Mother Nature and a good book. I lose myself in another farm narrative and don’t even have to set the story down to periodically move sprinklers. I soak up the quiescence like the last swirl of maple syrup absorbed into the spongy pancake on my breakfast plate, savoring every last drop.

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