No, I'm not going there. I say let William Carlos Williams and his wonderful poems rest in peace. For a brief moment in time, an overnight snowfall left the rocks and Mom's old, rusted wheelbarrow with a 'new life'. It's pretty beat up but serves it purpose in our flower gardens most summer days. In winter, it doubles transporting wood to the back door. Mom would be pleased. It's winter in Maine, and when the cold sets in, I become a homebody. I was thinking yesterday. Why would I want to venture far from this beautiful home these days. I've got plenty of wood stacked up, two good books going at the same time, a bit of football on the telly, if I need a diversion, and Elenka's amazing culinary dishes, and company. Oh, and all of my blog friends out there in the blogosphere to touch base with daily. All this seems to fill my day nicely. I'm a happy man.
"So much depends upon..." on all these things.