Grassy hills rolled into the blue winter afternoon. We drove up to the farm in Gill. I spied a few cats near the barn who politely ignored me as I walked through the mud caked parking lot. I had just circled back from the partially snow-covered pasture where the dairy cows grazed. Inside the farm store, an electric train ran across the beams overhead. We bought a dozen eggs, maple syrup, and cheese. Sweet warm bread filled the air. I secretly hoped we could stay for lunch and into dinner.
I’m giving this yearlong project a spin. Undoubtedly, I will fall and pick up again. Knowing this makes it easier. Still, I plan to show up to record a short photo and story of my day. You’re welcome to join me. I’d love it really. We can give each other high fives and geek out with a hashtag (#ayearofus), not because everyone is doing it, but because we’re doing it, together. Showing up every damn day to make this creative habit real.