Ann and I drove
to Denver for a family wedding
last week.
Though the highway was clear,
snow covered the land
every inch of the way
from Oklahoma to Kansas to Colorado.
I have never driven through so much snow.
Some guests from the stormy East Coast
couldn’t get to sunny Denver.
Guests from the north arrived
and told winter tales
of 80 feet of snow,
so far,
compared to their normal 30 feet—
and two months of temperatures
below freezing.
Denver was spring-like,
though the pond in Washington Park
where we walked every day
was still frozen,
as were snow-covered patches of the walking paths.
By Sunday, the temperature
was in the 60’s and the park was crowded
with bikers, runners, strollers, walkers,
waddlers (the Canada Geese who winter there.)
These city dwellers
seem determined
to be healthy,
and eager to be outdoors—
filling the parks,
the sidewalk cafes,
standing in line for ice cream
at stores that have garage doors in front
to bring in great amounts
of fresh air.

Back at the farm,
warm wind is sweeping across the plains
on a day that feels closer to spring
than winter.
Canada Geese float on a thawed pond.
Guineas and roosters call from the barn,
goats from their pen.
The alpaca boys stretch out in the afternoon sun.
Two Red-Tailed Hawks fly together
in slow circles high above.
A gaggle of Red-Winged Blackbirds
chatter in the tree tops.
As I walk the country road
with Maizey
the familiar tension returns,
between immersion in the natural world—
in country living—
and the draw to city life
and the vital energy of community.
So I am grateful
for conversation with a friend
who offers a resolution:
keep one foot
in each.