November 7, 2018
This place is a deep pleasure — its quietude and good spirits. Eleven days ago, there were red, yellow, bronze leaves on the trees; now they are gone, fallen. There was rain and cold, it cleared, then the rain and cold returned. Rooms and windows and warmth. The Coop is a delight, just to see and enter, to feel the charm and the life. I loved the little writing cove of the small bedroom — perfect dream space. I kept forgetting where I was, like it is when you come out of dream, or into it.
A lovely place. I’m grateful —
Marianne Boruch (West Lafayette, IN)
Poet and essayist, author of Eventually One Dreams the Real Thing; Cadaver, Speak; and other collections