Almost every day, no matter the weather
I walk the same walk
down the busy farm road we live on.
Me -- the trucks, the cars, the horses, and the odd bicycle.
I've had to jump in the hedgerow
more than once.
I can be amazingly, embarrassingly unobservant
but in five years
I've never noticed so much variety
in the hedgerows.
Doesn't lots of berries mean
a harsh winter to come?
Or is that
just another old wive's tale?
