Rain hung in a band to the west this morning, holding off just long enough for the rising sun to etch a rainbow. Starting small, the arc of color expanded as the sun rose, ultimately becoming a vast double rainbow that served as portal for several large, loud flocks of sandhill cranes.
It was a jolting reminder to pause and reflect on all that we have to be thankful for, and I thought, among other things, of the sequence of wwoofers who have sequentially "occupied" Kingbird - singly and in pairs, and occasionally in 3's and 4's - throughout 2011. Amazing, wonderful people all of them, bringing a refreshing diversity of experience and outlook to our small enclave, and making possible much that would otherwise not happen. Typical was Lynne, above, energetic and cheerful, who proved indispensable in October, seen here weeding a winter onion crop, now thriving.
My thoughts turned in gratitude to all of the other "occupiers" as well, and their efforts to spark an awareness of just how far we've strayed as a nation from the fundamentals of justice and sanity.