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Wild Parsnip@12 degrees & Money vs Wild

Wild Parsnip@12 degrees & Money vs Wild

Dunga Brook, 8am, the dogs want out, the wild birds want to be fed, I want coffee but pack on my jacket, boots and gloves instead.

Outside, it is a wintry wonderland of deep blue skies lit by a fierce winter sun already half-way into its daily trajectory…spring is coming, it is inevitable, this repositioning by 8am says it all.

There is a fine frost on every bare branch and twig, making the trees white as ghosts. On the ground, the fresh snow twinkles in delight.

It is cold, I can tell because my iphone shutter is slow as molasses. Chevy has disappeared into the glen, so Plato and I amble to the roadside where the Wild Parsnips stand as tall and as straight as summer, each one coated with rough cut diamonds.

I do a lot of thinking out here. One thought is, what is money when all this beauty is free? Money didn’t make this happen, couldn’t come close to it…then…but money keeps me warm at night thanks to my Harman pellet stove, and money bought my down jacket and touch pad friendly gloves from REI and my Bogs for the army supply store in Herkeimer. I hate money. I love money. Argh.

Iphone in hand (money), I lose myself again to the beauty of central New York’s flora and fauna (free).

Lately, I have been ground up by thoughts of money because money is and has been flowing out faster that it flows in. By an extra long country mile.

One part of me, the Black And White me, feels like my money situation will never get better.

The other part of me, the one who is forever cleaning up after Miss Black And White, understands that hard work and time take care of most things.

This Wild Parsnip in front of me didn’t spring up over night, it took weeks for it to get to its full height of 6 feet. I took its lifetime. It also didn’t crumble up and disappear at the end of its summer season, it stood tall and dispersed seeds so more of it could grow in the spring.

What am I doing? Coaching myself through a rough spot in The Middle Of Nowhere with a Wild Parsnip as a mentor…isn’t that what you’d do?

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