"I started a new blog post, and was so enthusiastic about covering the subject thoroughly, in depth, that the subject started to get away from me, and I became overwhelmed by how much I was trying to include, and then I had to walk away... deluged by my own long-winded, rambling prose. Dang it. All the links, back story, sincerity, verbosity... frickin' bored me witless. Is this why I blog-fail? Dear naval-gazing Chickenblogger, why do you prattle on so?"
Nothing I write seems to measure up to the way I feel, the way I felt, upon meeting Lauren Scheuer with, and thanks to, Jennifer. It's true: I am still star-struck and in awe of all things New England, our trip, our hosts, pumpkin stacks, Orchard House, leaves falling like rain, apple cider donuts, stone walls, and playing with friends. Now, here it is December, and this post sits on my computer, and I still have a dozen more posts I'd like to get down, keepsakes in words and pictures. Maybe you can see, in these moments, and glimpses, and maybe you will have some inkling of my joy, and wonder, my gratitude and pleasure. Maybe I don't need to say... much.
Thank you, Jennifer and Ken. I am still on a cloud, in a happy daze, from your warmth and generosity. More than ever, I feel a profound gratitude for what we shared, and enjoyed together... it's a reassuring salve that I turn to for hope, inspiration, for looking forward with renewed determination to pursue good.
Thank you, Lauren and Danny, and Angel, Marky, Lil White, Louisa, Ivy, flock sisters, and chickadees! Lauren, you are as infused with light, mirth, magnanimity, humor, and gentle kindness as your art, and every bit of it whirls around your home like fairy dust and genius. Thank you for opening your arms, your doors, your journals, your heart... your gifts to us were boundless.